Writer's Workshop: Mean things done to my siblings

Mama Kat is giving out writing assignments as she does every week. These prompts are sure to help with those that sometimes experience writer's block. So get on over there and join for the fun of it because I would LOVE to hear what you guys have to say on either of her prompts.

Well, this week I can't resist doing prompt #5. Here it is:


5.) Write about something mean you did to a sibling growing up.


OMG! I can go on and on and ON on this subject as I think I was probably EXTREMELY mean to my little brother, simply because I could be and boy did he make it easy!

So, because I have so much to say about him, I'm gonna start with my little sister. Mind you, she was 12 years younger than me and it was kinda hard for me to be mean to her as much, but as she got older, and I was probably grown, I had a few opportunities.

The one BIG this I remember with B:

B use to get on my last nerve because every time she got out of the shower, she would prance around the house with just her towel on for about thirty minutes. I would always tell her to GO GET SOME CLOTHES ON! It didn't seem to matter whether we had company or not. There was ALWAYS something that alluded this teenager from the bathroom and throughout the house BEFORE getting dresses.

I warned her one day that the next time she paraded her naked tail around the house, I was gonna throw her outside BUTT NAKED! Well, low and behold, she chose to try me on this one and I'd bet she wished she never had. After getting out of the shower, she walk in front of me (and I think Hubs might have been present) with her bath towel hugged around her with a smirk on her face and as soon as she was in reach I snatched her towel. She wrestled me for that towel as I pushed her towards the front door and right out on the porch, finally snatching the towel away and locking the door. She screamed at the top of her lungs and I cracked up laughing on the inside for all of 60seconds, that felt like about 10 minutes, until my mom told me to open the door.

Needless to say, she never tried me like that again.


Now moving rith along to my baby brother. I use to TORTURE my brother and I think it started from when he was born. I was four and I can remember pinching him in his sleep to make him cry. Hee hee! Yeah I was cruel. I had come along and stolen my spot and he had to pay! Okay, I sound a little evil, but really I was a good little girl.

He just made it so EASY to torture him. He cried about EVERYTHING! And my mom would get so mad because I would do anything to make him holler.


There was the time I locked him out on our balcony while he and I were home alone. That one back fired because he kicked the glass door, shattered it and we BOTH got in trouble.

There was a song I use to sing to him that instantly sent him into tears. Okay, you know the Patti LaBelle song, "Somebody Loves You, Baby" right? Well I changed the words around and would sing, "Nobody Loves you baby! No No No! Nobody loves you, Baby! You know that it's TRUE!"

Hmmm, there was the time I put him in the head lock until his nose bled.

I can't forget the time I pulled him off the top bunk of his bunkbed. Okay, that one I did feel bad about, but he was messing with me first. That was around the time he started to fire back and in my horrid teen years, he started calling me Pimple Face Patti. Okay, it's not that funny guys.

Remember the Hefty commercial back in the 80's? HEFTY HEFTY HEFTY! WIMPY WIMPY WIMPY! I use that one against hime as well. I was hefty! He was wimpy! And I'd go on and on and on with it all day because it made him mad.


So that's just a small little bit of how mean I was to my siblings, simply because I could. Can't really give out too much more. It might tarnish your image of me ;-).

And Hey! I was the oldest. It was my job!


I'm literally ROFL right now remembering me and my cruel ways.