I have two older brothers, one 5 years older and the other 3. Growing up with them was a nightmare because they always picked on me.
When I was about 8 or 9, we had a dog named Murphy. Now, Murphy was a mutt, but he was a BIG mutt. He was part lab and chow-chow, but we weren't sure what else. Basically, he looked like a bear.
So, one day, my brothers decided to torment me, as per usual. One grabbed my feet, the other grabbed my arms and then they drag me over to Murphy. They proceed to tell me that they're going to feed me to him (mind you, this dog was so GENTLE with kids), and start with my feet.
When I got away, I ran into the house where my parents and grandparents were talking and I yell (with tears running down my face), "Mom! John and Lee were going to feed me to Murphy!" When that didn't get a reaction, I added, "FEET FIRST!" with an exasperated emphasis. Yeah, they still tease me about that.
When my brother John was about 3, he climbed up onto the washing machine. My mom just watched him, making sure he wasn't going to fall off. As he's looking around, trying to figure out how to get down, he says, "I don't believe this sh**!"
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