I imagine many of you know who the bad boys are, but I'll start at the beginning. I've been "concepting' this for weeks.
I don't remember what time of year it was, or what year it was, all I know is that it was one really bad, bad evening, not only for me, but for my brothers, Markie and Diddle. Somehow my sister, Debbie, even though she was involved, got off with a smile from mommy.
I was "baby sitting" while my parents were at an evening service at the church. I hated "baby sitting' chores because my brothers really were bad little boys.
Well, this evening, unbeknownst to me they got into the cough syrup. Cough syrup -- high alcohol content. They were LITTLE boys.
After sharing a bottle of the syrup, they decided to play Ramar of the Jungle (after a popular TV show in the 50s) and got out my mother's largest knives. I think my sister helped with that one. And thinking they were hacking their way through the jungle with said knives, they decided to hack away at the doorway into the kitchen. Yes, that's right. They chopped away at the door frame.
The evidence of this dastardly deed is still visibly today, or at least it was in 2011, the last time I was in my childhood home.
I sent my drunk sister over to the church to get my mother, who ran right home (about 200 feet). Needless to say, she was not please, but not nearly as not pleased as my father was after church was over.
Did I ever babysit them again? I don't remember. And truthfully, I only remember that one night because the story expands with each telling! :)
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