I knew that my child was asking for a grilled cheese sandwich, it's just that it was fun for me to call it a 'gorilla cheese sandwich' instead, because I was her dad, and it was cute to see her face when I said it.
A Thoughtless and Cruel Play on Words
Those were the days, so long ago, when things were cute, and an innocent play on words was... innocent.
Soon, my daughter, she didn't want gorilla cheese sandwiches anymore, because "we shouldn't eat gorillas, they're endangered."
Silly girl, she thought gorilla cheese was made from gorillas!
So it was that I explained to the child that no gorillas were harmed in making gorilla cheese, but that it was a useful side business for many gorillas to sell their milk for a little extra cash around the house, and that the gorillas had totally agreed to it.
She still didn't want a gorilla cheese sandwich for some reason, nothing I said seemed to help.
So it was that I became a cruel and heartless father; to joke about making cheese from gorilla milk, even as those same gorillas were lounging at home, happily watching their Primate Time TV and getting paid for it.
That milk apparently should have been going to baby gorillas so they'd quit being endangered, and so on.
"Gorillas shouldn't be watching TV, either."
Nothing's any fun any more, I suppose.
OK, I'll just make you a nice peanut butthole and jelly sandwich instead, my dear.
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