Friday Confessions

NOTE: I accidentally hit the 'save now' button instead of the 'publish' button yesterday. So sorry about that, but here's a Friday Confession a day late. Please don't hate me and stop being my friend think less of me when you read it!!


Ok, this one will be short and sweet, because I'm getting ready to take the kids to my mom's house, in much anticipation for my anniversary weekend.

On my right thumb, I have a small, crescent-shaped scar. My younger brother, Kevin, bit me when I was about 6 or 7. He would have been 2 or 3. He went through this bad bitting stage, and was always getting into trouble.

I was not always the sweet, calm, loving, generous person you have all grown to love to know. I was once a mean, selfish, greedy, hateful, incredibly bossy and demanding firstborn. I was not a good older sister. Things did not go well for me, either, when my brother finally figured out that he was bigger and stronger than I was. He turned mean. I deserved it. For the life of me, I don't know why.

Ok, ok. Here's one of the many, many reasons why I deserved everything I got.

Back to my scar. We were standing outside one day, beside the bbq grill. I still remember wearing a red shirt. I started crying, and my mom came running outside to see what had happened. My thumb was bleeding like crazy and I was in so much pain it was almost unbearable a very tiny bit. My mom asked me what happened, and I told her. Kevin bit me. She was so frustrated with him that she didn't even spank him, she just sent him to his room or something like that. I got a hug, and a cookie, and an hour later, life was back to normal, except that I had a band-aid with a cool design on it, and I got to show my dad my horrible wound scratch when he got home from work that evening. Kevin was scolded again, and reminded that WE DON'T BITE PEOPLE.

Here's the thing.

I've never told anyone this, and I'm so embarrassed.

Please don't tell my mom.

I told Kevin to bite me.

I know! I know!! I'm going to hell for all the awful things I did to that boy when he was younger. In my defense, he was really annoying!!

Ok, ok. I'll stop making excuses. Mom, I'm really sorry I lied by omission. Dad, I'm sorry I lied by omission. Kevin, I'm really sorry I made you bite my finger, and then got you into trouble. And then got a cookie for my bad deed. I do love you, and think you're a great little younger brother. Even if you have been taller than me since you were in 5th grade.

But seriously, you could be really annoying!!

I'm just saying.