Looking back, Calvin's dad really became a kind of hero for me, mainly because lying like that, with a straight face was just part of my family and you had to sort out what was the truth or not.
My family was the same way. My father had me convinced of several ridiculous tales for a dismayingly long time, and encouraged me to come up with my own stories with which to torment my siblings.
I think my favorite from my Dad was that he was an immortal, due to his extensive knowledge of history, but sadly that wasn't genetic and the rest of us were out of luck.
I'm glad to know I wasn't raised in the ONLY family full of chronic liars. Its a family tradition to string the kids along on long, winding, (yet strangely believable) tales of misinformation. I had my little girl convinced that we were a family of aliens living on Earth until the mothership made it back to take us to our home world.
I'm glad I'm not alone. My dad told me I was the size of a pea when I was born, and I believed him. He also told me I would grow up to be a gorrilla..... I still cant believe he said that...
My father had me believing that he had actually fought in battles with an antique dress sword we had in the house. This comic reminds me of that funny book "More Great Lies to Tell Small Kids" where they allege that the Liberty changes her torch to the other arm to give it a rest, and it happens about every three years, so you have to watch carefully.
My dad told me I was the result of a loving union between him and my mother. If you ever heard them fight it would tell you a lot about what lies parents tell.
My dad was a secret "double agent" with unlimited access to a plethora of equally cool "secret weapons" like homework detector breath spray (binaca) and a did-you-really-brush-your-teeth-and-not-just-wet-it-under-faucet-detector (mini pen light). Hey, I still don't swallow cherry pits or watermelon seeds, and at 30, I'm thankful I didn't get my first cavity until 23!
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