Growing up I tortured my younger sisters all the time. Between telling them Santa got burned up in our chimney, tying them to the basketball hoop, and locking them outside in the summer with a jar of peanut butter and some lemon juice to drink when I was supposed to babysit them, I am suprised that they don't hate me. But now I have a new way to pick on them and I don't even have to do anything at all.
This picture looks all sweet but he is really trying to pull her lip off, he just kept yanking on it.
I went with Rachael to McDonalds while I was watching my younger siblings for the day and Rach was holding Jonah and he grabbed on to her head band and kept yanking her head back and forth. This went on for like five minutes before she finally handed him back to me. So I guess now I can just hand Jonah to them and he will do all the work for me.
3 comments:
good thing he loves me. He hasn't tortured me once...
Ahhh, torturing siblings. It's a miracle they still talk to us. Good idea passing it to Jonah, nobody could be mad at that cute face :)
At least he is cute... that helps him get away with it
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