My brother is 18 months older than me which sets the stage for major competition, mainly designed to drive Mom crazy. I was jealous mainly for what I heard everytime I wanted to do something he did, which was "He's a boy is why he gets to do _________. (fill in the blank) Girls can't do that." Maybe Mothers don't say that anymore but, as my granddaughter told me, "Grandma, you lived in the dark ages."
So travel back to summer circa 1950 on wash-day, on which I got so tired of hearing that swoosh, swoosh from the basement.(Thank God for automatic washers and dryers!) Of course, the clothes were dried on the clothesline meaning Mom ran up and down the stairs all day.
On this one day, brother and I decided we wanted a hamburger for lunch. We would pick a day when Mom was so busy but we were kids and didn't care. Wasn't that what Mothers were for?
So she stopped long enough to fix our lunch, sat it on the table fixed a glass of iced tea for each of us and returned to her chores. I know she was tired of hearing our squabbling and tried to ignore it as she didn't have time today to be referee.
My brother had so many annoying habits that irriated me that I can't remember what he was doing at that particular moment when Mom made her thousandth trip through the kitchen, just as I dumped my iced tea on his hamburger. He felt compelled to retaliate, doing the same to my plate.
Mom probably wanted to throttle us if she hadn't been so tired. Then she decided on a better punishment. SHE MADE US EAT EVERY SOGGY BITE!
It was not very palatable to say the least. The punishment fit the crime perfectly. so the moral is, if you are going to do something to a sibling, make sure Mom ain't looking!
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