Last night at dinner, my sister was reading TikTok comments about the weirdest thing people have hit their siblings with. One poor guy got a microwave thrown at him. Apparently, a friend of ours threw a door at her sister. (I know both of them fairly well, and she probably deserved it.) But anyway, that got me thinking about the weird things my sister and I have done to each other.
Now, Sis and I don't exactly get along. We're getting better. Mom bought one of those boxes that has two dozen single-serving bags of chips in it, and Sis actually left me the Cheetos. I think I made up for it by proofreading her essay late last night. But we've had our fair share of fights in the past. Some of them were playful. Others weren't.
One memory that sticks out to me was the time Sis put a banana peel on my head before spraying me with Lysol. Or the time a friend and I wrapped her in duct tape. And who can forget the day we managed to break one of the spindles that holds up the bannister on our stairs?
Anyway, I have the soul of a sixty-five-year-old pioneer grandmother, and I'm not always the best sport when it comes to play-fighting. Sometimes, Sis will sit on me or act in an otherwise annoying manner, and the conversation will go as follows:
"Sis, get off."
"Sis, I mean it. I have to pee. Let me off the couch."
(She might tickle me at this point.)
"You're gonna get hurt."
(If Dad's sitting next to us, he might reach over and tickle Sis. She still won't listen.)
If I can manage it, I'll stand up. It's not always an easy task, because Sis is way more athletic than I am. She might be shorter than me, but she can give me a piggyback ride way more easily than I can give her one. (I'm built like Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon while Sis is built more like Snotlout, if that explains anything.) Anyway, if I manage to stand up, Sis might smack her head on the coffee table or something. But I'm not at fault, because I gave her fair warning.
With all this being said, dear readers, I'm giving you some fair warning. Not because I'm fixing to smack your head on a coffee table or anything. I just want to let all of you know that, on Monday, I'll be using my blog for school purposes. Don't be alarmed when you see a bunch of document hyperlinks instead of a poem. You don't even have to read the documents if you don't want to. Just...ignore everything, I guess.
What's your favorite memory with your siblings? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't freak out on Monday!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.