Quoted:
Quoted: My mom tells me that anytime I was quiet for more than an hour, she knew she was screwed....
Dinosaur traps (several spools of 50 lb test strung with treble hooks throughout the back yard)
Painted my little brother with outdoor acrylic paint
Filled the gas tank of the riding mower with water (we owned a gas station--I wanted to gas up the tractor)
Duct taped my little brother to a kitchen chair.
Got the cat stuck in the toilet.
(when I got older)
Blew the lid off the range. Took all the pan rests off the burners, covered them with tupperware, turned on all the gas knobs, and then flicked the button to "Light". FWOOMP!
Blew the doors off the gas fireplace.
Accidentaly set off a small to medium sized pyrotechnic device in the living room. Deafened my brother for 2 weeks, burnt all the hair off my legs, scortched the ceiling and started 11 fires throughout the house.
And then I got my driver's liscence....
GT
Not having any kids, because Karma will kill me....
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WOW! If you are Catholic, I believe your poor dear mother is guaranteed sainthood!
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Nah, Lutheran.
While in church, my little brother (about 5 at the time) very politely, but very loudly asked the pastor, "God, can I go to the bathroom?" My poor grandmother nearly fainted.
We used to play a game which entailed running at full speed through the house, slamming every door we passed shut, in an effort to slow the persuing party. Cost my little brother 25 stitches and 3 broken fingers.
Playing Karate in the back yard, I caught my little brother just right to dislocate his hip.
After teasing my brother on the way to school, he took off ahead in a huff. When he was a substantial distance away, he picked up a rock and hurled it at me. I actually had time to say to my friend, "There is no way that's gonna...." Apparently, it did, and required stitches as well.
One Thanksgiving, my brother was messing with my Grandfather's rock polisher (belt driven). We told him to leave it alone several times. He ignored the warnings, and it required 80 stitches to put the skin back on his fingers.
While playing three fly's up, I dove for a pass. My brother stepped on my big toe and I heard it break. I bet my mom 20 bucks that it was broken. I won the bet. The joke, however, was on me. Pop Warner football started 2 days after the breaking of the toe. I never missed a practice.
While casting balls for my Grandfather's kentucky rifle, my brother managed to spill an entire dipper of molten lead on his hand.
While jumping off a short set of bleachers (5 feet high or so), I had the misfortune of getting my foot fouled on my little brother's head immediately after my departure. It cost me 12 stitches in my eyelid.
While fishing, my brother managed to bury 2 sets of treble hooks in the underside of my dad's arm. To further compound dad's discomfort, when we got the boat back on the trailer and made it back into town, our family doctor made my dad wait while he had his wife bring his camera to him.
My mom earned every one of her gray hairs, simply by surviving us!
GT
And then I bought a motorcycle.....