When I was a little girl growing up on Bull Run Road one of my favorite toys was a stuffed monkey with a yellow banana in his hand. I can STILL remember chewing on that plastic banana during stressful times, (most likely moments of torment inflicted by my two older sisters, regardless of what they tell ‘ya.) I love monkeys, always have– but I don’t claim any of them as kin. Sure, there are some strange ones in our family, just like yours, but I firmly believe the whole bunch of us are descendents of Adam, not Cheetah. All that to set up this….
Passing by the primate area one day, a zoo attendant happens to notice a chimpanzee sitting on a rock with an open book in either hand, looking first at one and then at the other. Upon closer examination, he identifies the books: the Bible and Darwin’s Origin of Species. Curious, he asks the chimp, “What’s with the books?”
The chimp pauses and replies, “Aw, I’m just trying to decide whether I’m my brother’s keeper or my keeper’s brother.”
Someone just sent me the funny and I had to share. Hope it made you smile…