When my son was 6, he gave me a mug with a manatee on it for my birthday. I didn’t react enthusiastically enough, so to make him feel better, I told him manatees were my favorite animal.
For 24 years now, every gift he’s given me has been manatee-themed shirts, calendars, mugs, you name it. My house is practically a shrine to manatees.
Here’s the truth: I don’t actually care that much about manatees. They’re fine, just not my favorite. But at this point, I’m in too deep. For my 55th birthday next year, he’s even booked a trip for us to Florida to see them in person.
He’s so excited, and honestly, I am too not for the manatees, but for the time with him. So yeah, the lie continues. My real favorite animal? Dogs.
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