When Innocent Fibbing Snowballed into Unbelievable Truths: 35 Kids’ Lies That Took a Wild Turn
Around ten years later, my dad was telling some stories about his own father and the narcissist antics he used to get up to. One of these stories was about the time my parents confronted my grandfather for lubricating the door hinges on this screen door. He talked about how a huge argument ensued about how my grandfather thinks he knows better than everyone else, and that he couldn’t just mind his own business and let my parents enjoy THEIR OWN stupid creaky door IN THEIR OWN STUPID HOUSE.
As this was absolutely characteristic of my grandfather, my plan turned out to be accidentally genius because they were in town up from California at the time. No one suspected dummy teenaged Amandemic, because OF COURSE GRANDPA DID IT.
“Dad, I feel safe confessing this now because of how long it’s been. That was me. I lubed up the door hinges.”
Shocked silence for about ten seconds, and then one of the hardest belly laughs I’ve ever heard out of my dad.
Okay, we joked about it once, my wife and I, that my son had an older brother who “he just missed him by 5 minutes.” I think we picked it up from a standup comic. I think we told him that when he was 3. Then forgot about it. He never asked about it afterwards, either.
When he was 6, we were in a parent-teachers conference. The teacher expressed, like many people before her, how young we looked as parents. We had our son at 19/21, so we were used to that in an area where most mothers waited until their late 20s, early 30s, to have kids. “Yes, well, we had him when I was 19,” my wife would answer.
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