Posted by Jeanne Adams Aug 8 2012, 2:01 am
My dear friend Barb Devlin, who was supposed to blog with us today, had an emergency and won’t be able to join us until a later date. I’m hoping to reschedule her for later in the week or later this month. In the meantime….I figured I’d share this week’s latest challenge.
There are monster issues in my house.
If any of you follow me on Facebook, you know this, because I posted it. It went something like this…
Post dinnertime drama: Eldest son tells youngest son that his booty is a monster and it’s following him.
Youngest, in a true panic: “Maaaammmaaaa! My booty is a monster!!”
*Me, supressing laughter* “Okay, okay, stop. Does it LOOK like a monster?”
*He looks over his shoulder at the aforementioned, very cute booty* ”No.”
*Still trying not to laugh* “Then don’t believe it when your brother says that stuff.”
*Boy still looks suspiciously at his backside* “Okay.”
*STILL not laughing* And you LIKE monsters, right? I mean, the good kind.”
*Beaming smile* “I do!! HEY BROTHER!! I LIKE MY MONSTER BOOTY!!!”
Sigh. Yes, I DO remember being that gullible because I am the youngest of four children.
This did happen, and those Banditas who’ve met my children will atest that these thing – very funny usually – are prone to happen in my monster-loving, Halloween-obsessed household. I shortened it a bit for Facebook, but I’m STILL laughing about it. Now, I have to confess that my sons are really good to one another most of the time. The eldest doesn’t pick on his little brother too often, and it’s usually something like this – relatively harmless, immensely funny – rather than something truly mean.
My brothers? Not so much. For some reason, having four of us made the dynamic much more strained so they took it out on me. (My sister is a firebrand and they faced her wrath with great care. Me, they tormented!)
There was the whole “You’re adopted” bit. I admit it, they made it sound plausible and I was VERY gullible. My mother had NO patience with this, however. She sat me down by her dressing table, put her face next to mine so we were both reflected in the mirror.
“Now what do you see?” she asked, pointedly looking in the mirror.
“I’m not adopted!” I gratefully wailed. This would be obvious since I look so much like my mother that people who hadn’t met me got a bit of a shock at her funeral. (I heard “Why, you look JUST like Annie as a girl!” so many times, it nearly killed me. :> I’ve come to be really grateful for that though. It’s now a good memory. And no, that’s not us, she was MUCH blonder than that! Ha!)
Okay, so, “adopted ruse” foiled. Uh-huh, score one for Mama. Mean brother problem solved on that one.
But my brothers were ever so clever, and much more determined to get my goat than my eldest son seems to be toward his little brother. My brothers pulled mean tricks – “the hamster is loose, the hamster is loose! He’s under your bed and is going to climb into your covers at night and bite you!” – that one gave me some sleepless nights until hamster was found.
Thank heavens they didn’t get to have snakes or I might NEVER have slept!
They also told evil-brother-stories like the one about Dracula coming in MY window because it would be easiest to navigate to MY window from the street rather than any other in the house. Oh, and the crabapple tree would make it easier to climb up if he was too tired to fly. Oh, and they just happened to mention one or two or ten times that Dracula likes his women young and gullible….
OMGosh, it’s a wonder they didn’t find me chopping down that crabapple one night, in sheer terror! My Mama nearly kilt-them-ded for that one, as it precipitated a week or two of me having nightmares and climbing in my parent’s bed in the middle of the night.
Now, before you feel tooooo sorry for me, I will have to confess something.
I did get them back. Bwahahahah!!!
Teenaged boys are quite easy targets for revenge, especially when they start dating.
I’m sure you can imagine.
So, what about you, Banditas and Bandita buddies?
Do you have Mean Older Brothers or Sisters?
Or were YOU the Mean Older Sibling?
What kind of tricks did you, or they, play?
Have you forgiven them yet? Hahahah!
Do you laugh about it now?
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