A couple days ago, Moue left this comment about what she and her sister used to do to her brother. It had me laughing so hard.
I mean, yes, it's terrible. But...also funny.
"We used to tell him when he was little that he was a K-Mart Blue Light Special. And that when the blue light went off while we were in the store our parents could trade him in.
So we finally go to a K-mart (We were military so there were few and far between overseas at the time) and sure enough the blue light goes off. My brother, petrified he was going to be traded in starts screaming. It took my parents forty-five minutes to get him calmed down enough to tell them what was wrong."
And then FoggyDew said this: "Moue's story reminds me of what my sisters used to tell my youngest brother: Mom and Dad really wanted another kid, but instead of having one of their own they adopted him...from the monkey house at the zoo. This went on for years.
In the end, though, he got even by telling the same story. To their kids."
Me, I did some terrible things to my younger brother when we were children. When he was really little, I tried to leave him in the park for the wild dogs to eat him.
Turns out that fear of abandonment and being consumed by dogs will really make a kid cry.
It was post-war Bangladesh. There were wild dogs. They really would've eaten him. If someone didn't steal him first.
Fortunately, we had adult supervision.