giddygirlie asked: Sandy

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Sandy. She wasn’t a bad girl, not malicious by nature, but she had a baby brother and he was always bothering her by existing. She liked tricking him into doing things, in that way older siblings do because it’s their first real taste of power over anything sentient. (I say this as an older sibling myself.)

One day Sandy said to her brother, “Let’s play a game.” Her brother said, “OK!” Sandy said, “Let’s play bullfighter.” Her brother said, “OK!” Sandy said, “You be the bull,” and held up a blanket. Her brother bent over, pawed at the ground with his feet to get ready to charge, and ran straight for the blanket.

He didn’t notice that his sister was holding the blanket up in front of the radiator.

And that’s how my dad got the scar on his forehead.

Two things:

1) I am probably not remembering this story accurately, but I know it basically happened like this. I used to make my grandma tell the story all the time because I thought it was funny at first, then I thought it was kind of scary, then I thought it was funny again. My dad was Elmer Fudd to his sister’s Bugs Bunny. 

2) Aunt Sandy grew up to be a very nice person. She lived with her family just a block and a half away from where I grew up, and when I had my Bat Mitzvah all I wanted to do was have a sleepover party because my living arrangements were such that I couldn’t have one at my own home, and Aunt Sandy offered her house to me. I invited five or six close friends and we ate Cheetos and watched Flashdance.