I was young and didn't know any better!!

I’m in trouble now. I thought it was bad when I found out my Mom was reading my blog – that was nothing. Now my brother is on to me. (Hi Bro!) I love my brother and all, but how shall I put this….uh, we don’t exactly see eye to eye on everything. He thinks I’m crazy and I tell him that he may be right, but if I’m crazy it’s his fault. (He and my sister loved to push on the soft spot on my head when I was a baby) Plus there’s all the torture he inflicted on me for his own amusement. He used to tell me he was going to take me to his school and put me in the cage with the monkeys. Of course, I did get him back sometimes.

One of Brad’s favorite things to do was the “ol’ Three Stooges - Curly & Mo fingers in the eyes trick.” I would put my little hand up in front of my face to block the oncoming poke, but my hands were too small and it always drove me crazy. (He never really poked my eyes very hard.) Brad would then let me have a turn at poking his eyes, but my little fingers were too small to get past his hand and it frustrated the hell out of me. One day, after much whining and pestering (which I was VERY good at by the way) I convinced him to not block my eye poking. I PROMISED I would not do it hard and swore that I just wanted to know what it felt like. Being the good big brother that he is, Brad finally agreed. Sitting innocently on the couch with his eyes closed and his hands beneath him, my brother waited for me to touch his eyelids. Pulling my hand back as far it would go, I forced my tiny fingers forward into his eyeballs as hard as I possibly could.

Paybacks a bitch, isn’t it bro?