Happy Wednesday morning! I continue to be thrilled that my immediate family keeps sending me posts so I can be a slacker who uses guest writers whilst I am on vacation this summer. Today’s post comes from my very own twelve-year-old Kid B. I have always said that she has a special something that draws people to her. And I remind her that she has to make a conscious choice all the time… either use her powers for good, or use her powers for evil. Apparently the ornery part of her is pretty strong-willed. She must get that from her father (wink, wink).
She wrote this during our drive from Georgia to New Jersey, and I proudly present it to you.
Sibling Pranks by honorary guest writer, Kid B
Hi, Kid B here! How many of you out there have little sisters or brothers? Well, I do, and trust me when I tell you this – they can be extremely annoying. What to do when they are all up in your business and bothering you to no end? That’s simple – make fun of them or pull a joke on them. Easy stuff (no dangerous tricks) that get the point across that there are consequences for being pesky. Here are some of my favorites…
I don't care how cute you are. I will do mean things to you for my own amusement.
In the February of 2004 my dad had a work trip to California and my mom went with him. Our Nanny and Pop Pop came to babysit us. We lived in our old house in Roswell then, and I was an innocent 5-year-old. Kid C was about to turn 3. She was just starting to eat “big girl” food, and was extremely excited because Nanny was cooking a big Thanksgiving-type dinner for us one night. We all sat down to a feast of turkey, mashed potatoes, and a big bowl of gravy. That’s where the trick began – with that bowl of gravy. As I said before Kid C was so excited to try these new foods so she insisted on having piles of chicken and mashed potatoes, but she refused to even try the brownish-grey stuff (the gravy). I noticed this and of course jumped at the opportunity to put one over on her. I decided to try to call the gravy something more appealing so she might try it. “Why aren’t you eating your chocolate?” I asked. At the mention of chocolate her eyes popped out of her head and she excitedly asked for some. Being the generous person I am, I gave her a surplus – I mean I poured it all over her plate. She grabbed her fork and took a big spoonful. To her surprise (and my delight) it was not even close to what she expected and she made a face that was a mix between a face for a sour lemon and one like she was about to barf. I laughed until I cried.
Sometimes, when I am babysitting Kids C and D we play a game called “Star Wars.” In our game there are two teams – the good (them) versus the bad (me). We use foam swords or wiffle bats as our lightsabers and we hide from the other team. The object is to find someone from the other team, sneak up on them and hit them (lightly, as my mom is no doubt reading this) with your lightsaber. They will then turn around and you duel until someone gets poked with the other’s lightsaber. If you get poked you are out of the game. The last person/ team standing wins. Pretty easy, right? Well, one stormy Saturday afternoon I was babysitting. Kid D suggested a game of “Star Wars,” so we grabbed our lightsabers and headed our separate ways. After about five minutes I found a great hiding spot in Kid E’s room. Kid C came up the stairs just minutes later. I think she knew where I was, so I went through the bathroom into Kid D’s adjoining room and snuck up behind her. Then I whispered in her ear, “Looking for someone?” I swear, she jumped ten feet in the air, peed her pants, and screamed all at the same time. I was on the ground, howling with laughter for at least twenty minutes. Apparently, she didn’t find it as funny as I did because she hasn’t agreed to play again since.
Ahh… April Fool’s Day, the perfect excuse to play tricks on your siblings. It was the Friday before Spring Break and Kid C had just left for school on the bus. I had carefully planned this so she wouldn’t know what I had done until she got home after school. I snuck into her room and made my way carefully over to her dresser. First, I removed all of her underwear and took them into my room. Then, I rearranged all of her clothes so they were in different drawers. Feeling satisfied with my trick I made my way downstairs and headed out for a great day at school. I had forgotten all about my prank by the time I came home, and still didn’t remember until after dinner. Later that night I was sitting in the living room with my mom, my dad, Kid A, and my Nanny and Pop Pop. All of a sudden, Kid C comes downstairs in nothing but a towel. “Mom, you moved my underwear, right?” she asked. My mom looked puzzled and she replied skeptically, “No….” That’s when it came back to me. I started laughing and could barely choke out, “Happy… April… Fools… Day!” My mom and dad yelled at me and ordered me to put everything back after Kid C ran back upstairs crying, but they did it while trying to stifle their own laughter. I don’t care what everybody else said, that was a good one.
These are just a couple of tricks that stand out in my memory. I realize that I pulled most of them on Kid C, but that is just because she usually bugs me the most. My mom keeps on saying that we will probably be great friends later on in life. But right now, my advice if you are a kid who drives your big sister or big brother bonkers, you’d better watch out because you never know where your underwear might end up!