Gee, and all I did when my brother was born is tell the neighbors that I had a sister.(I was 2 1/2, what can you expect?)
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Can't believe I did this falling over the recycling bin.
I suspect that is a cover and you really did it by fighting crime.
I never tried to harm my baby sister physically. Though I did start reading child development books really early, so I could play with her head.
She thanked me for it later. But she had to, didn't she? It's how I made her.
A blowtorch.
Oh, where's the fun in that? Besides, in the kitchen he's got the sink handy to quench the hot metal with.
I have caused myself grave harm by falling over a recycling bin! At work!
Worker's Comp! Worker's Comp!
(it's what I like to yell when I get a paper cut...although it sounds like this bruise could actually be a serious thing. yow.)
It's how I made her.
Aww. I can see the scene in my head: itaMother looks up from a half-dissected rat after hearing something suspicious. "Wee ita!" she says. "What on earth are you doing to the baby?"
"Brainwashing her into my lifelong slave. But only a little bit."
"All right. Carry on. Just don't throw her in the trash!"
This will be less embarrassing than the time I had my regularly scheduled gynocologist appointment 2 days after I fell off a too big for me mens bike, bruising my unmentionables, as well as getting gravel burns all over my thighs.
An intesting stat, when you factor in the expenditures for Iraq U.S. military spending is more than all the other countries in the world, combined.
poor Sophia's leg.
I still have the scar from where my sister decided she didn't want to hold baby me anymore and just let go. She laughs when she tells the story.
It is maniacal laughter?