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My bro's first hospital ride. Thanks to.... Me. :D
Oh where to begin... Let me start by saying that I do very much love my brother. We are (as adults) best friends. Growing up... Not so much. I have way to many horror stories to write them all down, so I'll start with the first of them. :)

I, being the oldest, always tried to help my parents with the taking care of my little brother. (I'm a whole 18 months older than he is. A lot of help I was...) On this fateful day (I don't remember when it was as I was maybe 3, but I've heard (and told) the story many a time. :)) My lovely family was napping and as fate sometimes works, somehow, I was the only one to hear my darling brother crying. Obviously I had watched my parents give him his bottle on numerous occasions, so me being the big helper I was, decided to get my beloved brother his bottle. Now everyone has seen Kool-aid. It comes in all sorts of bright pretty colors. Now what maybe not everyone is familiar with, Lamp oil, it also comes in all sorts of bright pretty colors... I'm sure you can all see where I'm going with this. I filled my brothers bottle with flamable lamp oil instead of the yummy, sweet, kool-aid. Luckily for my brother, lamp oil isn't as tasty as kool-aid and made him cry even louder, which did wake my folks up. And that, my friends, is how I scored my brother his first ride in an ambulance. As far as I know, that's the only time. Hmmmm. I'm such a nice sister!!

And that is also how the cherry pops! :D
(Wed 7th Jan 2009, 20:52, More)