The Journal of A. Paige White a welcoming quiet 08/23/2007 03:20 a.m. The sounds of threats to do bodily harm have ceased. No threats of getting after her little brother with a dull rusty knife. No mime of digging with her shovel. For years that was a favored deed of conveyance: I'm going to get the shovel. I'll bury him deep in the back yard and nobody will ever know. Mom, where's the shovel? Anybody seen my shovel? Time to bury Jarrod. He was in a mood to torment her tonight. No kidding. Will they ever grow up? Wherever she went, he was hot on her heels. That little brother grin in his voice. Trying. Trying. Trying. Trying her. Time to hit the hay. At least there's no bed bugs there. I am currently Affectionate I am listening to my yawns Member Comments on this Entry Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/23/07 at 03:26 PM sibling rivalry at it's worst....sometimes makes me smile that secret smile that all mom's have of love, affection and tolerance...but most often i just want to get the shovel myself and bury them both! loved reading this. Add to my friends List - Reply - Quote   Return to the Library of A. Paige White   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)