"Stop playing with my crevice"

Since a young age, I (and I can say Kaden as well) have always been drawn to the delight of picking on my little sister Natalie. Maybe its the fact that she would scream after which the flailing and attacks would occur. I always found it amusing and would laugh hysterically. I never did do the spit-dropping threats or hang her over the canal like Kade, but if you ask Natalie, she will be able to go on for hours about her tortured childhood because of us.


One in particular that I can remember is when we were playing hide-and-seek storage box style. What we would do was put Natalie (she was always a scrawny child) into the box, put the lid on, and then place her into a part of the house, after which she would guess where she was at. We once got a clever idea to place her under the crib, where she was not able to pop off the lid and then we left the room. I am not sure how long we left her there, she will probably tell you for hours.
Maybe that is why to this day she always thinks I am out to get her every time I try to give her a hug. She doesn't seem to be too amused by my love butt taps or cups. Maybe one day I will be able to win her trust over for the first time. If not, at least they make for good stories to tell the kids.