Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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We had a laundry chute from the top floor to the basement, 3 floors deep. 7 of us were grounded. We tied ropes together and lowered my bro Sean down the chute to the basement. He swung over to the stairs, snuck to the kitchen, and made a bread bag full of PB&Js. We were bringing him back up when he got stuck on a nail. The fire department was called.
Being the youngest (at the time) I was susceptible to the wisdom of my older siblings. They once convinced me that if I filled my hair with sand that I would be immune to bee stings. Sadly, that was not true. Also, it was difficult to get sand washed out of my curly hair.
Our entire Irish Catholic family came over for every holiday, so the house was packed. My birthday is very close to Thanksgiving so, we usually celebrate both. When I turned 18, my 16-year-old brother decided to knock me down and tickle me on our way to dinner. I wet my pants in front of everyone and cried like a baby. The next year I got diapers as a joke gift. :-(
My sister is so crazy with all of her stories, I didn't know which one to pick. They were fixing up an old house and peeling off old wallpaper. I asked her what was underneath it. She told me they found a mouse under it. I wondered how it got under the wallpaper. She answered with a straight face, "I don't know but it had a razor blade under its arm."
I had four brothers and a gap in my front teeth. Although I was only nine, I knew when they started talking about the gap that something bad was about to happen. Unfortunately, I didn't get away quick enough. They debated over what would fit--a dime or a nickel. That's how I wound up at the dentist's office with a nickel stuck between my front teeth.
As part of a fun day, we would take our 2 children (then 2 and 4) to the mall. We walked into a store and when we walked out, our 2 year old was eating a cookie. I grabbed it from him and asked who had given him a cookie. His 4 year old brother said, "I did." I asked from where. He pointed to the store. It wasn't a cookie. It was a dog biscuit.
When I was just a kid, I'd go in to use the bathroom. Once settled down, my older brother would start pounding on the door and yell, "Wolves! Wolves!" Terrified, I'd jump up, pull up my pants and run out as fast as I could. My mother would say, "Danny, stop that." It went on until my younger brother was born. He had to deal with sharks in the oven.
Once when I was a little girl, the handle broke on our bathtub. My Dad started freaking out, screaming, "Oh crap! The freaking water won't turn off!" It scared the crap out of me and my twin sister Kimmy. We ran downstairs naked (because we were going to take a bath) and we stood on the dining room table because we thought the house was going to flood!
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