Eating Thanksgiving leftovers with the family and recounting some fond memories:
My father put little candies that looked like rocks in the garden and tricked me into believing that edible rocks exist.
My father had an old car that controlled the wipers with a foot pedal. He tricked me into thinking that I could turn the wipers on and off by touching my ears.
My father convinced my stepmother that moths got in cars via the tailpipe, and that you could buy a little screen to keep them out. She was later seen shoving kleenex in the tailpipe.
I told my little brothers that we had an older brother named Fred who died before they were born. They believed this for years.
I told my little brothers I had killed a guy for calling me Osh Kosh B’Josh and was in prison for a while. They believed this for years.