As I was cleaning the living room I found this behind the rocking chair.
You are looking at a granola bar wrapper graveyard. The culprit- a certain little Jedi wanna-be who roams our house looking for bad robots.This picture got me thinking and wandering down memory lane. I can't fault Kenny for hiding evidence as I used to do the same thing. The worst time was...
Childhood Confession Time- Turn Away If You Are Easily Squeamish:
We were living in Indiana. This was my precocious time. I was somewhere between 6-8 years old. My siblings and I spent our summer days wandering around the woods and trying to train the chickens to do tricks. (They won't by the way. And it traumatizes them so much they stop producing eggs.) Anyway I came running in one afternoon because I had to go to the bathroom- the "big job". I had been far out in the woods and it took me awhile to get back to the house. I had to go so bad I didn't even look to see if the toilet seat was up- which it wasn't. I think you can guess the rest.
Now that wouldn't so bad in and of itself but my mom had put a mint green fabric toilet seat cover with little white flowers on that particular toilet. As an adult I can look back and realize I would not have been in trouble for what happened. Unfortunately my innocent child reasoning skills were not quite so logical. I knew I had to do something with that toilet seat cover. I racked my brain to find a place where it wouldn't be noticed. I finally settled on the back of my brothers bedroom closet. That way, if discovered, they would get blamed. I wasn't smart enough to just tell my mom, but I was smart enough to keep it out of my room. We discovered that seat cover a year or two later when we moved.
As you can imagine their room always had a lingering smell to it. Not strong, but present. I think it was just chalked up to the fact that they were boys.
Nice story- I know. You have my permission to think less of me as a person. And to my brothers- sorry. You can add this to the list of other things I did to you during those years.
And just to end this post on not-quite-so weird note, I included a video I took of Kenny today. He lives in that imajination.
7 comments:
Chiara!!!!!!!! I would probably have done something like that too, sad to say.
ROTFL! If I giggle when I see you in the halls, ignore it! ((HUGS))
Lisa :)
I believe we could fill a book that was as big as Harry Potter #7 on all the mean things she did to us. Unfortunately, though she was mean and manipulative, I still can't figure out how she got us to do everything. She must have been a smart little cookie after all.
That was hillarious...video, picture, story...everything! On another note...why is it that younger sisters always think the older one was so mean? I dont think I was exceptionally mean to my sister, but sometimes she thinks so. I could definately be wrong...I just think we are creative in getting our way!
oh cassie In answer to your question I dont know but chiara WAS mean!!! shall we list just a few!!!!!
1. Made us eat mud soup
2. made us lunches and put dog food in them, AND made us eat it.
3. Made us play doctor, and so she could get a blood sample made us pick our scabs OR poke us with ink pens until we blead.
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and the list goes on and on. seriously a long Long LOng LONg LONG book could be writen on her childhood meaness.
Honestly it is a wonder we are not all mentally scared... well maybe some of us are
In my defense- ya'll were dumb enough to say "Okay Chiara. Whatever you want." So I will only shoulder part of the blame for scaring you for life.
Haha that is a great little story... and Cassie was a nice sister she just had her moments of being mean..... and those just happen to be the memories I remember best.
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