Monday, September 29, 2008

A Story Of Early Childhood

Michele and Sheri would take turns "protecting" me and terrorizing me (notice terror is not in qoutes lol)

I must preface this post with the following admission: I was not the brightest child in the world. I would like to contribute that to the fact I just wanted to trust everyone but hey the knife wasn't that sharp back in the really young days so maybe it was a combination of stupidity and faith.

Anyhow I was (and still am) a very picker eater.

So we would be at the table for dinner and I would have vegetables I didn't want to eat.

Michele, being the loving sister she is, would whisper in my ear "Pretend to eat the vegetables but put them in your napkin and then go to the bathroom and flush them down the toilet"

I could have been one of those cartoon characters with the huge light bulb above his head. What a great idea. My sister was a genius!1!zomgeleven (even though back then we did not have !1!zomgeleven it still applies)

So I go through with my master plan of faking eating the icky brussell sprouts, excuse myself to go potty, and I'm not 2 steps from the table when Michele screams MOM STEVE IS TRYING TO FLUSH HIS VEGGIES DOWN THE TOILET

And all of a sudden I'm in one of these prison break movies where the person breaking out of jail is caught in the spotlight on the prison wall.

No where to go.

You would think after one occurrence of this I would be onto Michele's new way to torture me. But no this went on for weeks.

And finally the real light bulb went off above my head.

That is until she came up with the idea to feed the veggies to the dog! :)


Jennifer said...

I blame your parents. Who the hell serves Brussels sprouts to a kid?

Now, you flush broccoli, you answer to me.

kkryno said...

Sometimes siblings can be so awful!
I know my sis and I were; but no one else was allowed to treat the other like crap. That was a sure-fire way to earn my wrath! We're both in our 40's and it still ruffles my feather if someone speaks crosswise about my sister.

Bob said...


As Teh Baby of the family, I can identify with that story.

And, I hated Brussels sprouts, and they were served way too often when I was a kid. Course, when I was a kid, I hated broccoli, too, and now I love it.

Brave Sir Robin said...

That is a great story.

At my father's table, there was never any question of not eating what was put in front of you.

It wasn't an option.

Luckily, the only thing I really didn't like was liver, and we didn't have it that often.