Family Love

We used to sing a song in church talking about how families would be together forever...when my siblings and I were younger I doubt we ever wanted that to come to fruition.

The phrase: "fight like siblings" comes to mind when I think about my childhood days with my two younger brothers and older sister.  There is no doubt that we loved each other, but if you were to bring about the wrath of another sibling, you'd better run for cover and sleep with one eye open.   We were mean.  And god forbid you pissed off more than one sibling, because three against one is not good.

This reminds me of somethine we used to do to my poor little brother.  For whatever reason he used really big words when he was about 10 or 11.  The other three of us found this to be an entirely appropriate time to make fun of him day and night for it.  I mean, when you younger brother uses the word "quite" on a frequent basis, you know the nerd patrol is coming out in full force.  We used to call the poor kid "Watson" you know, Watson from Sherlock and Holmes?  We would even toss out the english accent now and then and pretend we were drinking tea while saying something to the effect of:  "Indubitably my dear Watson, indubitably!"

Now, my other little brother had issues.  Issues the size of a truck...a tonka truck that is.  That kid used to chase us around the house and throw his trucks at us.  It hurt.  Really bad.  To avoid the pain, my sister ran away from him as he came at her with his truck.  She tried to jump down the stairs to avoid getting struck with it.  Yeah, not a very good idea.  She broke her ankle.  She should have just let herself get hit with the truck. 

Despite our childhood cruelties, we somehow ended being pretty tight as adults.  Although, I do sometimes miss calling my brother Watson.