It runs in the family
You'll notice below that I say I'm a smart ass. But what you dont realize is that its genetic. It runs through the family.
Like yesterday.
I'm the oldest in the family, and as all you older(and younger) siblings know its our divine right to torment the younger folks in the family. We get more responsibility, but we also get to torture you younger ones. Its only fair.
So yesterday, the youngest in the family, 16 going on 17, is in his favorite spot at the house, the little grape arbor thats so old that its basically enclosed by grape plants on all but two sides. So I creep up close behind him, find a potted plant and start throwing tiny bits of dirt at the back of his neck. At first he just brushes it off. Then he brushes harder. Pretty soon he's standing up shaking his shirt like some got down. Finally he turns around to see me laughing at him......then I turn around and then there is our mother standing behind me laughing at the whole situation....no scolding, she's finding it just as amusing as I am that I'm tormenting the youngest....
SO there you go. You ever start wondering why I'm so bad....they just encouraged me....
Addendum:
Just got off the phone with my father and told him this story, his response was to laugh and say "good. Get him up and moving about..."
Like yesterday.
I'm the oldest in the family, and as all you older(and younger) siblings know its our divine right to torment the younger folks in the family. We get more responsibility, but we also get to torture you younger ones. Its only fair.
So yesterday, the youngest in the family, 16 going on 17, is in his favorite spot at the house, the little grape arbor thats so old that its basically enclosed by grape plants on all but two sides. So I creep up close behind him, find a potted plant and start throwing tiny bits of dirt at the back of his neck. At first he just brushes it off. Then he brushes harder. Pretty soon he's standing up shaking his shirt like some got down. Finally he turns around to see me laughing at him......then I turn around and then there is our mother standing behind me laughing at the whole situation....no scolding, she's finding it just as amusing as I am that I'm tormenting the youngest....
SO there you go. You ever start wondering why I'm so bad....they just encouraged me....
Addendum:
Just got off the phone with my father and told him this story, his response was to laugh and say "good. Get him up and moving about..."
posted by at 11:04 AM
26 Comments:
lol i am that youngest and have had many a trick played on me, but i gave as good as i got!
I should mention I have permission to pick on OTHER people's children and siblings...A family friend who is 11, I constantly pick on her...with her sisters and mother's blessing......
Glad you fought back. I cant get mine to do anything....its almost too easy.
Naaaaahhhh...
you're not a smart asset!!!!!
How's it all going buddy???
I am too a smart asset as well. You'd do well to cherish me! :D
Going. Tormenting people. Your next on the list....
Friggin brothers! I loved mine, even though the younger one was a monumental pain in the butt. You sound "normal" to me mate. I have given up on ya name, I choose to call you "Choo", so there.
*pokes Chris H with a stick*
Yeah I'm normal....the answer is you want to know is...carmen.
I choose to call you....hmmm, I'm going to have to really think of a good one, puyt my tormenting brother hat on...I'll get back to you and let you know.
I'm the oldest but still the one to be picked on!
Well hello Carmen... my brothers called me "Tank"... dunno why, maybe cos I went through a puppy fat stage in me teens??? Was not nice! Friggin boys.
Hehehe. Luckily, through our seperate gene pools, I was as tall as my older brother during most of our child and teenhood.
He try something like that with me, I'd kick his ass. And win, too.
nainaashely:
Come on, your letting the team down. You cant be the oldest and get picked on. Do you need pointers?
Tank...er....Chris H
AHahahaha, now I have something to call you, thanks!
Attila:
I have no doubts you'd win the fight. I've seen what you do with slippers!
That's one way to get him to move, for sure!
Yes, yes it is!
Morning Choo...
Morning tank! How's it going?
The poor guy was sitting out in the garden contemplating life and where he stands ( not bothering anyone.... ..and his pain in the ass big brother sneeks up and pesters him .....hmmmmmmmmm........lets contemplate what this really tells us about carmachu.....LMAO
You forgot the part where his own mother was laughing at the younger one, and the father was encouraging him to do it again.
NOoooo noooo I didn't forget...I just love the part where I realize that what the brother was thinking about was how ..what goes around comes around......one of these days that boy is gonna get you good!!!
I hope he does get even. My younger brothers are LAZY....they need to do more stuff.
I think most 16 year olds are lazy....but yeah its good if they have some things to do....is he looking for a summer job..my 16 year old is looking for a summer job.
No, he's not
Picking on siblings? Isn't that a law or something? My brother use to booby trap my bedroom door all the time. The saddest part is, I fell for it all.the.time.
You never learned, did you?
Shame on you....but its funny.
(Sorry, I signed in under my other ID just above here.)
My little brother would always try and start something. I would hold back and then just get tired of his pestering and deck him. He was so sure I was the favorite (there is ample evidence supporting this theory)that he hated me. He would beg permission to kill me when he was in the 11-13 year range :). He never got permission. My parents usually let me settle it. Like the time he came at me with a kitchen knife right in front of my mom. I just kicked him right in the nose. He was writhing "in pain" on the ground trying to get my mom's sympathy. Her only comment to her sister on the phone was, "David just broke Michael's nose." Really, no need to call CPS. That was the worst episode ever. Usually it was just one or two punches.
Now you see david, when one comes at you with a knife that tends to be a bit more than just pciking on each other....
You are right. Sorry to spoil the fun. 13 years later, and being friends now, softens the seriousness of the memory. We go to baseball games together and try and give each other advice. All the "hateration" is over.
Thats good. I've never gone through any hate with mine...
Today I offered(along with the little girl) to "help" get my youngest brother out of bed....oh the fun...
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