BABY PLAYGIRL AND SIBLINGS!
My brother’s were terrified of me and always wanted to kill me! Why, because I was the only girl among four boys, and the baby of the family; mommy and daddy’s little angel who could do no wrong. In reality, I was a sneaky little conniving, snot nosed brat with pig tales who always had a red lollipop in my mouth, and the biggest tattle tail you ever saw!
Just as soon as I was able to walk, I’d hide under the beds, crawl behind the furniture, hide inside the closets, behind the curtains, hide inside the bushes outside and spy on my brothers. Whenever I’d find them doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing or saying, which was just about all the time, I’d run up to them and start rubbing my fingers together and whisper, MONEY, MONEY.” They knew exactly what that meant. If they didn’t give it to me, I’d go tattle to mom and dad!
I RULED! That is sometimes. Many a time, I'd get physical with them, get the shit beat out of me, but then, there were times when I'd hit them so hard, they'd start crying! Then I'd go tattle to mom that they had hit me!
I always had lots of nickels and pennies in my pockets! Heh heh!
Tell me, did you have a sibling who made YOUR life miserable, or were YOU the one who made theirs miserable? If so, how so?
RELAX BABY PLAYGIRL
AND START RUNNING
"We must love one another, yes, yes, that's
all true enough, but nothing says we have to
like each other. It may be the very recognition
of all men as our brothers that accounts for
the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have
toward so many of them."
- Peter De Vries