The disadvantages of being an older sister

It all started out with the innocent game of "Egyptian Rat Killer" (I haven't the slightest idea why it is called that) my little bro and I were playing. In the game, if the cards are alike you slap them. As this was near the first time Ethan had ever payed it, I was quicker at slapping things then he was. So he warned, as he made a fist with his right hand, "You'd better watch out." I should have listened. A few minutes later my fingers were throbbing and tingling after he pulled his fist away, but hey, I got the slap, so I got the cards. Wahoo!

I creamed him, of course, in the game. So what does he do? Playfully he picks up a bag clip. Yes, the ones with the "jaws" to hold the bag closed, and then he chucks it at me. Shocked, I picked it up and playfully threw it back, right before it came flying back at me.

I held onto it this time, so he searched for another weapon. What does he choose? The deck of cards. I was lying on my back, covered with a blanket to help fight off the chill of the house and recovering from the recent attack of the bag clip, when 52 cards came flying at my face.

Needless to say, Ethan left the room (rather rapidly, his excuse, he had to use the bathroom. *Rolls eyes* Riiiiiight.) as I picked up the cards.

After picking them up, I shuffled into the kitchen to refill my tea cup. I had just picked up the tea pot, with hot water in it, when Ethan comes running into the kitchen with the blanket I had abandoned in the living room, yelling something about the attack of some vicious sounding blanket. I was then pulverized, tea pot still in hand.

Amazingly I didn't even spill, though I was being rammed into by killer boy and sidekick blanket.

Setting the pot down I managed to free myself, then *Ahem* ran him over, all in self defense, mind you. :) He backed off.

At this point I realized our dog was outside and wanted in, so I walked over to the door to let her in. Just as I was about to close the door a half eaten baby carrot was flung my way, quickly followed by a whole one.

Not wanting to be "carroted" I retreated to my bedroom.

Moments later the door opened and Ethan appeared, armed with ping-pong paddles (I kid you not). :)

He tried to give me a pair, of course I refused and told him to put them away and go find somewhere else to play. He then proceeded to squish his cheeks with his set of paddles repeating over and over (yes I know that's redundant.) "I'm a scared boy." (He told me later he had said that because he was pretending I was angry and that he should be scared.) I, however, thought he was saying, "I'm a scary boy," (which I thought fit better with what was going on) to which I would have replied, "Quite".

He left and so did the paddles shortly after that, thankfully, only to return a few seconds later with a pillow on his head. He was holding it down on the edges so it covered his ears, almost like a bonnet, but not quite.

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him because I was working on something at my desk. But soon I turned back around to see why he was making gorilla noises.

What met my eye was him, still making gorilla noises, dancing, yes dancing, with the pillow as he watched himself in my floor length mirror.

After repeatedly telling him to leave my room, and having him not leave, I thought of the only place where he could not get to me ... yes the bathroom. :)

Sitting on the bathroom floor, I waited until I knew it would be safe.

I was laughing my head off the whole time, (from the very first time he chucked the bag clip at me) which of course encouraged him. At least I was not mortally wounded.

It sounds, perhaps, slightly violent, but please know he was playing the whole time, as was I. :) I'm sure if any of you have younger, sometimes crazy brothers, or any siblings, know all about this type of thing.