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Old 12-27-2001, 11:06 PM
KappaStargirl KappaStargirl is offline
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I was the Bad Seed when it came to the middle sister, who is three years younger than me and seven years older than sister #3 (there are three of us). Some examples:

1) You know how kids like to act out scenes from their favorite movies? Well, when I was a kid, I really liked "The Wizard of Oz." I would put on my mom's shoes and get a basket and pretend I was Dorothy. And you can't be Dorothy without having a Toto, right? So I recruited my sister to be Toto...I took my jump rope and tied it around her neck and led her around the house. We didn't have a dog, so there weren't any real leashes.

2) My dad is a fabulous cook, and he makes pizza from scratch that everyone in the family is just crazy about. One night when I was about 3, closer to 4, he made pizza and there were leftovers, which he wrapped up and put in the fridge. Very early the next morning, I woke up and decided I was hungry. I went downstairs, got the pizza, ate it, and left the part of the pizza I didn't eat on the chair in the den, with tiny teeth marks in it. Then I went back to bed. When I got up and went downstairs again, my parents confronted me:

"How did that pizza get on the chair in the den?"
"My baby sister ate it!"
"Perhaps...but your baby sister doesn't have any teeth."

So much for getting her in trouble.

3) Following my mother's instructions to put my things away when I was done playing with them, I put her in the toy box.

"Where's your sister?"
"Oh, I put her away."

4) When they first brought her home, I played with her for a little bit and then decided she wasn't very interesting. I then turned to my mom and said "Okay mommy, I'm done playing with the baby. You can take her back to the hospital now."

5) My dad was in the bathroom, and since he was just shaving he left the door open. My sister's room was at the left end of the hall, and mine was on the right, with the bathroom in the middle. He heard crying from her room, and saw me racing down the hall to my room with my hands over my tush. He called me over to him.

"Why is the baby crying?"
"The baby hurt her head!"
"How did the baby hurt her head?"
"I dropped a piggy bank on it!"

She got back at me a few years later and broke said piggy bank. These were the ceramic kind, mind you.
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