Thursday, December 3, 2009
12:49 AM
Creepy Crawlers
One night while he was out, I snuck into his room and got this toy and took it to my room. I thought I had seen him do it enough times that I could do it on my own. Yeah. Not so much. I gave it a good try but the only thing I accomplished was that of making smelly goo and a mess. That liquid rubber (or whatever it was - jump in here anytime, Bernie) stunk like you wouldn't believe. It was the kind of stink that stuck with you for hours and made you feel depressed and in need of re-examining your life. It was powerfully rancid. I never had any desire to try playing with that toy after that. The smell, coupled with the fit Bernie would throw in response to me messing with his stuff just wasn't worth it. LOL Besides, Bernie had a whole lot of other stuff that I could get into without being gassed by toxic fumes so it was just as well. Bernie's was always a room full of many treasures. To a little sister, an older brother's room is sort of like a museum where they keep the future, and the older brothers make living there so much fun that we younger ones just can't wait for our turn to play there. : )