After a horrible mix-up at the zoo, Dad and I left with a lemur instead of my little brother Joey.
“Maybe Mom won’t notice,” I said as we waited for the train. “She’s always saying Joey acts like a monkey.”
Dad glanced down at the lemur. We had dressed him in Joey’s spare blue jacket and red hat and he actually did resemble Joey a little.
Dad suddenly looked relieved. “Yeah,” he said with a smile, “maybe she won’t notice.”
And, up until later that evening when she reached for the last banana, she didn’t.