If you are lucky (or cursed!) enough, you had the pleasure (or pain!) of growing up with a sibling or two. Or a bunch of them.
The truth is, anyone who has a brother or sister, older or younger, has stories to tell. And Jimmy Fallon’s new hashtag challenge proved to be a perfect opportunity to spill some hilariously relatable family tea.
“Tweet out your funniest weird sibling stories. #MySiblingsWeird,” Fallon announced, adding a memory of his own to the table: “My friend's brother would shove bits of french fries up his nose and ‘shoot’ them at targets on the table.”
And people on Twitter had more weird sibling stories that Fallon had probably asked for. Below are the funniest ones!

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sort of. The 'energy' here would be Shine and honestly I'd be freaked out if some kids were eating eachothers Shine :,) it's kinda of terrifying in the movies and books ngl
Load More Replies..."We'd make her stop but she's really handy when we need to reheat leftovers."
I wanted to be a witch, when I grew up. I'm a redhead, so... if the shoe fits?
We did this but with tissue tubes 🤣🤣 and they weren't different families but were all siblings even if there were more than 20 🤣🤣
i did that but with ants. live ants… we had a funeral for a dead ant and then as the other ants were taking it away to the “graveyard “ (they take the dead ants to the nest to eat i think) the “construction worker” bit me and that ended the game.
My little sister does that too. We’ve had 7 weddings, 4 births, and 5 funerals.
But... I don't have a sister named Elise...? Also, did she build them little homes?
In Bored Panda’s previous interview with Helen Marlo, a licensed clinical psychologist and Jungian psychoanalyst, certified through the C.G. Jung Institute of San Francisco, we found that sibling relationships exert a powerful influence on one’s life and development.
Helen explained that the presence or absence of siblings is significant in shaping one’s experience, although one is not necessarily better or worse. “They are different. While we know siblings are influential, the effect of growing up with a sibling is not linear because the sibling relationship is complex. Some siblings become best friends while others are arch enemies.”
I talked one of my little sisters into eating nightcrawlers... I told her they were a "New Halloween Candy called "Live Licorice" 😝...I got into Trouble for that! 😡 Stepmom 🤬 made me get a switch...if you know, you know 😉
I used to look for fish to rescue and that way I eventually adopted 6 of them (I still don't know how they got inside our housing when it rained though 😶)
Did you just call Rena Rouge a big worm?? DON'T YOU GO INSULTING MY GIRL!!!
When we were little my dad made my brother and I fake "horses" out of the saw-horses left over from building our new house. They were really cool - they had mops for manes/tails and my mom painted their faces on. We had a lot of fun times pretending to race each other. Being a girly girl I of course named my horse Princess. My brother? His horse was named Salad. LOL!!!!! We're in our 40's now, but yes he's still weird. :)
My main ambition in life at 9 years old was to become a wolf.
I sincerely hope he didn't grow up to become a muppet (I've dealt with too many of them just today) Growing up to become a clydesdale however is slightly more difficult.
One of my friends had a first car that was so old the door locks had worn to the point you could open them with a coin. I reckon if you had a strong enough thumbnail that would have worked too.
What do they teach kids these days? You don't use a AAA card, you use a blood pressure cuff to break into a car.
If you think that's funny, look up Jeff Dunham getting my daughter a car!
Moreover, there is an abundance of findings that generalize information about siblings, but Helen warns that it can be misleading. “For example, findings on the influence of birth order or recent research asserting that sibling relationships are more important than parent relationships. Often, these findings do not also acknowledge the influence of other important variables, including psychological, family, systemic, developmental, environmental, and cultural factors that mediate the influence of the sibling relationship.”
Dad taught all 6 of us how to make the loudest and most realistic fart noises and Mom has never forgiven him for it. xD
Ever tried to break a bathroom door? Windows are easier.
Load More Replies...Did you need "saving"? Were you small enough that fitting down the toilet drain was a possibility?
More likely at risk of drowning with positioning of head side in the water
Load More Replies...I sometimes sleep reversed, but only if I'm having trouble sleeping otherwise. It helps sometimes. And no, I don't put my feet on the pillow.
Interestingly, Helen argues that if we take an example of sibling conflict, we see that it is not necessarily negative. “Parental warmth during sibling conflict, for example, influences if the sibling conflict leads to healthy rather than divisive sibling relationships. It can help prepare one to develop problem-solving and negotiation skills,” she explained.
So while generalizations do not fit many sibling relationships, the psychoanalyst confirms that growing up with siblings is generally accompanied by having a stronger sense of being part of a family and with feeling less alienated and alone.
well obviously you have to make sure it's still fake! what if it's real this time?
Load More Replies...A friend and I once convinced my little brother to eat a dead spider when we told him it was chocolate flavored. :) Don't worry, he did plenty to get me back when he got older.
When we were kids, we'd make mud pies and sprinkle KoolAid on top. One kid insisted it was the best pie he ever ate
It's my cake and I'll cry if I want to cry if I want to you would to if it happened to you
Lol, that reminds me of when I spilled gasoline while filling up a jerrycan... I smelled my fingers, so gross.... but I kept smelling my fingers every few minutes to see if it was gone 😂
This is why I always made my play soup with edible ingredients like lemon juice, parsley etc. What was the point of going through all that effort and not being able to eat it at the end. Always had to put a pinch of dirt in though too, which I guess was good for my immune system
The first bite was formulating the hypothesis. The second was confirmation.
Paraffin’s not dangerous to eat. If it were, do you really think they’d put sugar snacks in ‘em? Paraffin is used in canning fruits and vegetables.
Load More Replies...Those were really terrible, but we loved them. They also used to sell wax lips and other wax things. You'd chew them like gum until the taste was gone. Do they still sell those?
they do actually, i had wax lips a few months ago
Load More Replies...It's like Jesus's blood if Jesus was a diabetic.
Load More Replies...Not gonna lie, I did that too then first time I had them... Just chewed the whole thing like gum... It was.... Different... Yeah, let's go with different🤢🤢🤮🤮
OHSHIT...I just saw that part in a trailer yesterday!
Load More Replies...Omfg too good now I want to do this to my niece she is 3 right now just learning to sleep through the night
Helen explained that siblings have a daily influence on our lives. “They can be associated with many strong emotional memories, including sharing together in the traditions, joys, secrets, and challenges in family life. Siblings encounter the same experiences but they experience them in their own unique way and this can be sources of challenge and connection,” she said some time ago.
My daughter used to pretend she was a twin to her little brother. When her called her by name she would respond saying she was Crystal. Poor little guy didn't know if he should believe her or not.
so mean- to both the brother and the twin in the closet! bet he hates plain with y’all after lokn’ him in that closet!
Trouble is that in later life he may have this sad folk memory of a 'twin' and feel incomplete.
Sibling relationships are unique because they share together in one of life’s most important relationships, the parent relationship, for better and for worse. And there are many more reasons why this relationship is unlike any other “Sharing in this relationship can readily elicit complex, myriad feelings such as competition, jealousy, intimacy, inferiority, superiority, and resentment,” Helen said.
Moreover, “sibling relationships are unique because they occupy a distinct and different role relative to parents and other family members, even in cases when the sibling serves as a parent figure." Essentially, sibling roles are more fluid than the parental role and can include elements of being both family and friend.
I used to make a slide from the top to the bottom bunk. Also when I put a chair next to the bed, the bed turned into a ship ⛵️
"Arrrrgggghhh!!! Welcome aboard me ship, matey!"
Load More Replies...that's my rule for my brother when he sleeps in my room. istg my family does not know how to breathe quietly
Not a big follower of rules I take it? Bunk beds are over rated. Choose life.
i would brethe directly in her face then when she got mad and hit me i would tell and say “WHY DID YOU HIT ME I WAS BREATHING!!!” still probably end up losing though…
It says more about modern art than about your brother to be honnest.
After seeing Warhol's Campbell's Soup Cans the mistake is understandable.
Why not? https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/11/world/europe/pineapple-art-scotland.html
Animal fat. Comes in butter sized packages or plastic containers like margarine or ice cream. Used for frying or baking instead of plant based fats and oils. Used by everybody until plant based fats were developed. Still used by many today for baking and cooking. It's white in colour.
Load More Replies...I took a gulp of fancy maple syrup once when I was 12, straight out of the fancy glass bottle, only to quickly realize it wasn’t maple syrup… more like, cognac. That was surprising
Helen explained that siblings have a different function in the family than the parents. “For example, siblings support separation and independence from the parents and family; they share in a lived, joint history and experience of their family life, even if their experiences differ; they directly shape the experience of daily family life; they are uniquely able to help their siblings understand dimensions of their family life; and siblings help socialize their siblings in ways that parents cannot.”
My sister did the same, only way to get her out of bed in the morning was to treat her like a cat.
My 8 year old daughter does this to her older brother (17) when he annoys her.
I did the same from ages 5-7. I also managed to convince my sister that she was turning into a unicorn somehow
Very less than my brother dr., only around 10,000 times
Load More Replies...A few drops of Mercurochrome in the baby oil made your skin look darker as you tanned. But don't try this at home, kids. I've had basal cell cancer, squamous cell cancer, and melanoma. Stick to a good sunscreen.
Thought my sister & I were the only ones who did that — this was before anyone knew of the connecation between sunburn & skin cancer
My mom and her sister used to do the same in her childhood. (1950's-60's) Luckily she hasn't developed any skin cancer. My dad has though - he's been bald since his 30's and sun-burned his head one too many times. Totally preventable and he's paying price now.
Load More Replies...Yeah..the 80s.. I'm the only sister of 4 that is paying for it currently.
In Greece up until the 80's, it was common to use olive oil so that you tan more quickly.....
I used coconut oil. My very Scottish complexion had a few choice words for me 😭
Load More Replies...40 years later: “Hey doc I’ve got this weird mole I need you to check out…”
I can think of at least 3 times I was able to do that... 1-fell asleep on my stomach on the wall low wall that separated the lil kid area from the big pool. 2-all day music fest, wearing a bandana shirt and no sunblock. 3- last day in St. Augustine, kids and I wanted to play at the beach one last time. Coat the kids in SPF 50. Eat lunch, then walk to the beach (which you could see from the back porch of the place we stayed), smearing sunblock everywhere I could reach. Walk straight into the water. 2 hours later, and I finally drag the kids away from the water... About halfway home, I feel the familiar sting and itch of a sunburn. The more time passes, the worse it feels. About a day later, after we're home, it's so bad it felt like I was being eaten alive by fire ants, only INSIDE the skin on my back... We tried -=EVERYTHING=- to soothe it. Had to go to the ER. Sunblock has to soak into your skin, and sun poisoning SUCKS!!! 20 years later, I inspect my freckles almost every day...
Oh, I see now that I was THAT sibling. 😂 I used to wait till my sister fell asleep and use dental floss to tie up a bunch of ice cubes in a paper towel. Then I’d tack the packet above her head, dangling from more floss. When the ice melted… drip, drip, drip.
Umm this happened more then once? I'm guessing your sister didn't make it to college
speaking of bus drivers this girl i hate gets to get hit by a bus in the dance we're doing for choir
I drove my ‘bus’ (the bedroom bin) down the stairs when I was little and nearly cracked my little head open… I was fine tho 😅
my parents wake me up by sending the dog into my room so she’ll get excited and jump all over me and my bed. To be honest waking up to an excited dog is not that bad
I used to do that with my dogs, too. I even had one smart malamute who would climb up the narrow steps leading to the top bunk of my foster kids’ bunk bed. I looked up one morning to find him on top of the bunk bed… and I didn’t realize he knew how to do that! From that point on… no bed was safe… No matter what bed you slept in… you were getting awoken by loving dog licks.
Load More Replies...It's cool that their parents supported her from such a young age instead of just treating it as a passing phase
My dad would blast John Philip Sousa marches at full volume to wake us up early on Saturday mornings
Better than busting into your room at zero-dark-thirty, flipping on the lights, and screeching “GET YOUR LAZY @$$ UP!!!” I will thank my mother for my chronic insomnia by helping her pick out her nursing home.
Oh so this is weird? Huh wish I knew that before my fiance dumped me
This reminds me! If someone (kids, usually) gets something stuck up their nose and can’t get it out on their own, use your finger to plug the non-stuck nostril, put your mouth over their slightly open mouth and blow one hard blow—should dislodge the object easily:) worked like a charm when my kid got a bead stuck up her nose!
I'm just wondering what grade it was. Kinda hoping it was final year at high school :P
You tell this story like it happened more than once. If that teacher fell for that prank multiple times, I doubt those kids learned anything.
i used to swallow peas like pills as a kid cause i didn’t like the taste of them but wanted to be healthy. i still can’t stand them lol
I really wish I could have swallowed pills as a kid, because this is a genius idea! I'd often end up sitting at the table after everyone was finished because I refused to touch my (disgusting) peas. I just find the texture and taste SO nasty. It would have been perfect to just swallow without tasting them. Sadly it took until I was a teenager to be able to swallow a pill so it wouldn't have worked. As adult I have never forced a child to eat something they truly hate. Even if it's "good for them". Being punished for hating veggies caused a lot of drama in my house. :(
Load More Replies...I love fresh peas 😍 I eat them like candy when they're in season!!
When my siblings and I were youngsters, we lived in a home built in the 1890s. One of its old-time quirks was the "milk door," a small door used by the milkman to deliver the milk without needing to enter the house. Of course, we youngsters allowed our disliked vegetables to "escape" via the milk door.
My mon says when I was young there was a cartoon or somethin with miss/mister Pea, the objective was so kids would eat healthy, ironicaly I didn't want to eat "miss/mister Pea" cause it would hurt them
If you don't like the taste of peas, it's a good idea. Personal preference is fresh or frozen over canned on a lot of veggies, but growing up, my grandpa always had a garden with tomatoes, corn, green beans, and peppers so we were rarely without fresh veggies during the summer and fall.
My one sister and I used to eat the Swiss Miss powder straight out of the packet with spoons.
Look that stuff’s delicious! Especially the kind with the fake blueberries 😋
My little sister did that with cake & brownie mix. Freak. I was like, I'll MAKE you a cake/brownies.
Lol, I can't imagine that was good. My sister called cantaloupe "Scooby Snacks" and fed them to me when I did what she wanted. Much tastier.
You can make your own real scooby snacks. Just mix together some eggs, water, flour, cocoa, sugar, and of course dog kibble. It's Shaggy's very own recipe.
Load More Replies...Similar to the neighbor kid and me using one of those old vinyl wrapped, tri-fold Sun lounger chairs, folded with each end up in a triangle and us sandwiched in the space in the middle to pretend we were in a spaceship, with nothing to eat but chives we stole from his mother’s garden. I still like chives, but he got weirder so our friendship didn’t band it past elementary school (6th grade).
My grandma went to an up-scale restaurant and when her food was brought there was this small 1 inch packet wrapped in gold foil. She assumed it was butter for her baked potato so she put it on. It wasn't butter. It was a mint pallet cleanser.
Load More Replies...My step mother kept dipping her crab into the little bowl of water for cleaning your hands.
My friend group always tries to make the "12:34" message at 12:34 for some reason 😂
It’s kind of funny that while I cringe at this I am actively chew the nail of my index finger in math induced anxiety
I hated having my nails cut by mum because it hurt (not certain whether it was because she cut them too short or was just too rough). As soon as I was big enough to fight her off and succeed, she stopped cutting them, so I had nice long nails for much of my childhood. I just let them grow until they broke and then trimmed them until they were even.
that reminds me of the idea of if siblings are fighting make them hug until they stop fighting
Sounds like something my brother would do! In fact he still does stuff like that even though he's a grown man. :) I guess farting at your sister never gets old.
Both of my brothers used to do that to me. They stopped doing it after I got really angry one day and pushed my oldest brother into the space heater. He got a minor burn on his a*s cheeks. I've never asked, but I don't think it left a scar. 🙈☺
My husband's older sister did something like that to him. She put a pool inner tube on him and pushed him down the stairs.
The dentist said I had some cavities when I was a kid, and I was to come back for a follow up appt. Thanks to my older siblings telling me how he was going to drill into my teeth (true but they were purposely being mean about it) I was so terrified of the dentist, they almost had to take me to one that would put you under to do work. Luckily. Our dentist worked me through it but I still hate going to the dentist
Siblings can be awful. Myself included. Luckily I'm the oldest so I didn't suffer anything like this. :)
Load More Replies...At least you had a valid reason. My little sister wasn't fully potty trained until 4 and a half. She was literally changing her own diapers by then.
Not at all unreasonable if you substitute "snake" for "alligator." snake-in-t...1c792e.jpg
Reminds me of my dad telling my little sister about the potty-snake that comes up and bites you while you’re on the toilet. My mother demanded he demonstrate to my sister that it wasn’t true. So he sat on the toilet for a few seconds then jumped up screaming “The snake bit me!” and ran out of the bathroom. Neither my sister nor my mother reacted well to that.
Husband's sister did the same thing as a teenager. Tried to sneak out her second story bedroom window, lost her grip and fell and broke her ankle. Came up with some story about kicking a door closed as the reason her ankle was broken lol.
Could be the result if the Australian meat substitution scandal of 1981, in which kangaroo and horse meat was substituted for beef being exported, mostly to the US. It was caught at the supplier for Jack in the Box.
That's funny to me, since Australians eat kangaroo without any scandal. They would have made more money though, since the population of kangaroos need to be culled anyway.
Load More Replies...My family calls these snot rockets. :) I am guilty of having a hard time learning to blow my nose as a kid. So when I had a cold, I'd twist up a tissue and stick it up my nostril like that. They kind of do end up looking like little airplanes, LOL!
I actually do this when I have a bloody nose but only in the nostril with the blood. That way I can still use my hands and not have to hold the tissue there until it stops. I usually just take a corner, twist it, and then fold it down a bit so it's big enough to stay in place
A snot rocket! I just finished writing a comment about that. :) I do the same thing when my nose bleeds.
Load More Replies...My oldest son couldn't pronounce popcorn when he was little, so we'd be at the cinema and in his sweet but oh so loud voice he'd be requesting some "cockporn"
Kids mispronouncing things can be so funny. When my little sister was like 2 years old, she couldn't say our cousin's name (Irish name that sounds like Fiona), so she started calling her "Dodo." 26 years later, the entire family still calls her Dodo.
My youngest would mispronounce burgers to boogers. She's 17 now and whenever we go out we always ask her if she'd like boogers to eat.
I have a couple friends who did this as kids - I thought they were joking!
My sister used to hide dog food under her pillow to eat it in the middle of the night. She would also steal my mom's laundry and hide it next to her bed.
My brother did this too! He would take a handful of dog food and then go hide behind the house so he could eat it.
My sister LOVED dog biscuits. Even took them in her school lunch. I have no idea why the teacher didn't call my mom. Or DFS.
I swear all little girls do this. 3/4 of my daughter's Barbies are naked.
I once, a long time ago, had a crush on this one girl, and she told me on one occasion that she is an angel. - she certainly looked it, but to my shame I said something to the effect of "Oh no! Angels have the same [urogenital] anatomy as a Barbie doll."
We would stay in the tub after a bath as the water drained out. When there was like 1/2 of water left, put the stopper back in, then take a bar of soap and use the water to create really thick lather. Enough to cover us head to toe. The slide around in the tub like it was some sort of naked soapy luge event. We were extra clean, and so was the tub I imagine...
I don't ever throw clothing out. It gets donated to Good Will/Purple Heart. (Obviously only if it's in good shape. I'm not donating old used underwear, LOL)
I felt guilty watching my old minivan (who we named Bessie) getting hauled away on a tow truck after she was beyond repair. She was almost like The Giving Tree; She made it up steep hills in deep snow and started right up when the newer car didn’t, while the kids always made a mess in the backseat and I left her with quite a few un-repaired scars from fender benders and lack of oversight.
Same. I still can't get the hang of flipping the omelet without it breaking or getting messed up :\
Why would you flip an omelette? If you really must cook the top (inside) of an omelette just put it under the grill. Omelettes are not meant to be flipped.
My brother makes scrambled eggs without anything but eggs. Basically just fried eggs he stirs around. Weird because when he makes omelettes they are huevos rancheros or spanish omelettes or whatever so have to be done truly authentically.
Well, he was not wrong; at least not in the case of this one Chinese (Hong Kong) born gentleman: "Several months before his death, [Bruce] Lee had an operation to remove the sweat glands from his armpits, because he thought dank pits looked bad on-screen. This reduced his body’s ability to dissipate heat." Were wondering what the cause of his death was? Hint: read the last sentence from the quote again.
Did you mean "... burped out OF his nose"? Because if not, then I am lost.
The sister obviously didn't have facial hair that needed to be shaved. She was just trying to one-up her brother. Flex = trying to make yourself seem better than someone else.
Load More Replies...Whenever I cook pasta, I always eat one piece uncooked. My mom did the same when we were little, always bringing us a piece of uncooked pasta.
My husband taught me that you can eat a raw potato without getting sick, although I don't suggest it cause it's gross, and that eating raw ramen noodles will not swell up in your stomach and do serious damage to your innards, and are actually fairly tasty.
In some Asian countries they actually eat ramen packet noodles dry like crisps/chips with the seasoning sprinkled on. I live in the UK. I love eating uncooked ramen noodles. Especially when I have access stomach acid. For some reason it always settles my stomach.
Load More Replies...Me and my neighbor friends when we were much younger, rescued a drowning bumble bee from their pool. We named it Queen Beezle and made her a little home out of a plastic container. We made her a bed from grass and filled a water bottle cap full of water for her. We even placed fresh clover in her home, thinking she might eat it. When she dried off and had recovered, we let her go. A couple days later, we found a dead bumblebee in the garden. We were convinced it was our dear Queen Beezle. We buried her in the garden and decorated her grave with flowers and even made up a song to sing at her funeral.
I have a photo of my sister, she was about 4 at the time. She's sitting in a deck chair out on the driveway getting a tan, and she's wearing a hat. Said hat is a toilet seat cover.... One of those fluffy ones...
My parents threw an epic 49er (as in gold rush, not football) party, and were dead to the world in the morning when we got up. My older sister and brother found candles, set up an "altar" on a wooden box, lit them, and tried to sacrifice me (age 4) to the gods. When my hair lit on fire, they tried to put it out by smacking my head-- hard-- on the marble floor. When that didn't work, they poured stale beer on it. Then they blamed it all on me when my parents got up, saying that I was the one playing with matches. Thanks, Todd. Thanks, Delight. (Yes, really her name, and no, she wasn't.)
Did your siblings hate you? And what was the parents reaction? 😂
Load More Replies...Also when I was little, there was a tree right across from our home in our neighbor's yard. It was beautiful and I loved it. I named it Mother Nature and pretended she was my guardian tree. I would stare at her from my window and talk to her all the time. I would collect leaves that fell from her and made up stories to tell her. Then my neighbors cut it down and I was so mad and also devastated because my best friend was gone.
My younger brother and sister were/are very weird. Were commonly known as The big cheese and Carrotman/crumby monster. My sister was convinced for a while she was a chicken, because my brother began calling her chicken for some reason and she would get 'neck freeze' instead of brain freeze from ice cream (she had just learned chicken's brains are in their necks.
My siblings and I were all weird - my mom was an underachieving SAHM - didn't really do housework and wasn't exactly attentive - especially when she was into a book and she could would legitimately ignore the hell out of the world. FYI - she almost always had a book. Anyway - my siblings and I often did stuff like throw all of our clothes at the bottom of the stairs and see who could jump on it from the highest height or ride our mattresses off the floor and my mom would not hear a thing - we know this because we would have a look out watching her to make sure her dentures were hanging from her mouth, which means she is hyper focused on the book. If she sucked in her teeth, she was "waking up" and we would suddenly stop what we were doing. She never investigated, only asked if everything was alright. Then we kept going
Me and my neighbor friends when we were much younger, rescued a drowning bumble bee from their pool. We named it Queen Beezle and made her a little home out of a plastic container. We made her a bed from grass and filled a water bottle cap full of water for her. We even placed fresh clover in her home, thinking she might eat it. When she dried off and had recovered, we let her go. A couple days later, we found a dead bumblebee in the garden. We were convinced it was our dear Queen Beezle. We buried her in the garden and decorated her grave with flowers and even made up a song to sing at her funeral.
I have a photo of my sister, she was about 4 at the time. She's sitting in a deck chair out on the driveway getting a tan, and she's wearing a hat. Said hat is a toilet seat cover.... One of those fluffy ones...
My parents threw an epic 49er (as in gold rush, not football) party, and were dead to the world in the morning when we got up. My older sister and brother found candles, set up an "altar" on a wooden box, lit them, and tried to sacrifice me (age 4) to the gods. When my hair lit on fire, they tried to put it out by smacking my head-- hard-- on the marble floor. When that didn't work, they poured stale beer on it. Then they blamed it all on me when my parents got up, saying that I was the one playing with matches. Thanks, Todd. Thanks, Delight. (Yes, really her name, and no, she wasn't.)
Did your siblings hate you? And what was the parents reaction? 😂
Load More Replies...Also when I was little, there was a tree right across from our home in our neighbor's yard. It was beautiful and I loved it. I named it Mother Nature and pretended she was my guardian tree. I would stare at her from my window and talk to her all the time. I would collect leaves that fell from her and made up stories to tell her. Then my neighbors cut it down and I was so mad and also devastated because my best friend was gone.
My younger brother and sister were/are very weird. Were commonly known as The big cheese and Carrotman/crumby monster. My sister was convinced for a while she was a chicken, because my brother began calling her chicken for some reason and she would get 'neck freeze' instead of brain freeze from ice cream (she had just learned chicken's brains are in their necks.
My siblings and I were all weird - my mom was an underachieving SAHM - didn't really do housework and wasn't exactly attentive - especially when she was into a book and she could would legitimately ignore the hell out of the world. FYI - she almost always had a book. Anyway - my siblings and I often did stuff like throw all of our clothes at the bottom of the stairs and see who could jump on it from the highest height or ride our mattresses off the floor and my mom would not hear a thing - we know this because we would have a look out watching her to make sure her dentures were hanging from her mouth, which means she is hyper focused on the book. If she sucked in her teeth, she was "waking up" and we would suddenly stop what we were doing. She never investigated, only asked if everything was alright. Then we kept going
