Gorilla Dad Gets It Again So Funny
Gorilla Dad thought this morning would be peaceful. The sun filtered through the trees, birds chirped softly, and for once, no one was climbing on his head. He sat proudly on a rock, chest out, wearing the calm expression of a silverback who deserved respect. That calm lasted exactly three seconds.
Out of nowhere, his playful youngster swung down like a furry missile and landed right on Dad’s shoulder. Before Gorilla Dad could react, another tiny gorilla grabbed his ear, while a third tried to investigate his nose. Gorilla Dad sighed deeply, the kind of sigh only tired fathers understand. He gently pushed one away, only to have another crawl straight onto his back like it was a jungle playground.
The baby gorillas laughed, rolling and tumbling, clearly delighted by their father’s growing confusion. Gorilla Dad stood up, trying to look serious, but slipped slightly in the mud, earning even louder squeaks of joy. He glanced around as if asking the forest, “Is anyone seeing this?”
Finally, he sat back down and accepted his fate. With babies hanging from his arms and head, Gorilla Dad gave up and relaxed. After all, being a dad meant getting it again—and again—and somehow loving every funny moment of it.
