When I was about nine years old I broke my little sister Bianca….
She ended up with a permanent fat lip that stitches couldn’t take away and many bumps and bruises…
But before you think I’m a horrible person, let me assure you…this was all my mom’s fault….
My mother had the audacity to have another baby when I was eight years old and firmly set in my ways at being the youngest….
I wanted a new Barbie? Sure thing! A Nestle Crunch when my mom ran into 7-11 for cigarettes? You bet! Little treats were the norm and I definitely got away with more since I was the baby of the two daughters my mother had…
And then, over a dinner at Beefsteak Charlies where I was stuffing my face with all the peel and eat shrimp from the buffet that my pudgy little belly could hold, my mom and step-dad announced she was pregnant…
And I was excited! A baby! They made it sound so fun! Babies were cute! We could dress it up like a doll! I could feed the baby a bottle!
They made the baby sound so exciting that I begged to share my room and let my older sister Tanya keep her own!
And then Bianca came….
Babies cry. Babies poop. Babies need to be entertained.
And I had to entertain her….
Part of that was her nightly walk. I was charged with taking her around the block after dinner….
Like I wanted to do that? Barbie was dying for Ken to pick her up in her ’57 Chevy but I couldn’t attend to those pressing matters…
I had to take Bianca around the block…and man! That walk seemed to take forever!
So I came up with a brilliant plan! I would use my bike!
I was stunned by my own brilliance! I tied her stroller to my bike with the jump rope and took off down the driveway…
And this is what happened…
Thankfully my older sister happened to be outside with us at that time, so after Bianca flew out of her stroller and landed in a pool of blood I immediately ran inside and told my mom that Tanya made me do it…
Bianca was scooped up, taken to the ER, stitched up, and I didn’t get in trouble since I blamed it on Tanya and I wasn’t in charge of after dinner walks anymore! Win win!
Have you ever broken a sibling?
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OMG poor Bianca!!
(does she know the truth? hehe)
oh she knows…the story is now family legend….
I was taking my baby sister and my 2 little cousins for a ride in a wagon when I turned a corner too sharply and they all fell flat on their faces. Oops. Luckily there were no stitches, but there was blood and lots of crying!
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that just happened to my own kids last week!
Oh yeah. Isn’t that what little bothers are for? Mine ended up in the ER after I ‘won’ the tug-o-war of some awesome toy we were fighting over. Apparently, shoving it in his gut worked. Toy mine
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Oh my GOD that’s horriblearious. I bet she loved it for all .25 seconds until she flew up through the stroller roof
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horriblearious may be my new favorite word….
That’s a story no one is going to live down anytime soon!
Just don’t let my kids catch wind of it ok? No seriously. 
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you’re right…it’s never going to be lived down….the family still talks about it!
Personally, I think you showed creativity, ingenuity, and great problem solving skills. Right? Though I did cringe a little at the words “pool of blood”.
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thank you! you are so right! I was a genius really…
My cousin and I babysat my youngest sister many years ago and she wet her pants right through to the couch cushions and beyond. We cleaned her up, changed her, and proceeded to tackle the couch job. My cousin shook the can of Lysol vigorously and pulled the top off…as she did, it must have released some liquid stuck in the spray chamber. It flew into my sister’s eye. To this day, she claims it was me and all her eye-related troubles have been the result of this day. I tell you, the cousin DID do it. Little sisters are such a pain… Great post! Came by via Mama Kat’s.
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that’s such an awesome story too! and I have to be honest…I’d try to pin any related problems on that too…I’m all about guilt….ha!
I have the same exact story except my little sis is Crissy and her stiches were on the knee. I too broke her with my bike and we had an Er visit and everything. I still hear about it freaking 10 (okay 20) years later.
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I hear about this too…like every holiday the whole family gets together we end up laughing about it…
that is hilarious…but i feel bad for her too! Does she know the real story?
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oh yeah, she knows….it’s like a family legend now!
Ya know..I never broke my brother but he sure tried to break me. When I was 6 he threw a steel marble at me and it hit me square in the eye. Thankfully it was just bruised..no permanent damage.
Then when I was 16 he got a bb gun and got mad at me one day and shot me in the ass. Thankfully he hadn’t pumped it up with too much air and the bb didn’t break through my jeans, but it still hurt.
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it would have been a great story if it got lodged in your ass and had to be surgically removed!
I’ve never broken a sibling but my kids had a similar experience and broke a cousin.
ooh, that’s even worse I think…because then the parents have to feel really guilty about their kid hurting another…and I know…I also broke a cousin of mine! ha!
I have TWO stories actually…one on Rachel and one on Jake.
Rachel was about 4 and I, too, did not enjoy having a younger sister. She was dramatic and needy and sucked up all the attention (you may remember this, Holly!) I was in the rocking chair reading one of our many wonderful books. Probably Sweet Valley High or some other pre-teen saga we cherished and she would not leave me alone wanting me to play with her. I got a great idea! As I read with one hand, I used the other to throw an ace bandage out onto the floor and she chased it like a cat as I pulled the opposite end as quickly as I could back to me. I quickly realized how funny it was to see her sliding across the floor as her tiny little legs fell out from under her and proceeded to pull the ace bandage faster and faster towards me. Each time she slid faster and started whining that I wasn’t playing right. One final pull of the ace bandage broke her (literally) as she flew into the side of the chair and her pinkie finger decided to go in the opposite direction from the rest of her body. She SCREAMED and for a few seconds I tried to figure out how to make her finger straight again but, alas, the screams brought the whole house running and she was in a cast for weeks…my mom only found out it was my fault a few years ago.
Jake was a toddler when I broke my arm and had to have surgery at 11 yrs old. I was bored out of my mind (PLEASE remember that as you read this!) and couldn’t stand laying on the couch any longer. I decided it would be a great idea to show my toddler brother how to shoot mini fireballs out of my nose. He though this was the BEST THING EVER and wanted to try it himself. He couldn’t get his teeny nose to hold the mini fireballs long enough to blow them out so my genius brain told him to push them farther up his nose…well, he did, got them stuck and screamed with big FAT tears while my mom tried to massage them out, realizing the only way to get them out was to let them melt….”fire” melted out of his nose for what seemed like an eternity. I got in trouble for that one…..
I totally remember you breaking your arm…twice…wow, that sucked! ha! But I did not know the story about Rachel’s finger! But I do remember what a drama mama she was…much like Bianca….
OMG Holly…that is awful! Did Bianca ever know it was you?? You have the best stories.
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oh yeah, she knows….it came out one year when we were older and now the story is legend….
Heck yea. I dropped my little sister when she was a baby and she hit her head on the door frame. Mom freaked and off we went to the doctor’s office. On the way home I refused to put my seat belt on and I guess I pulled the handle or the door wasn’t closed all the way… fell out of the car…in the middle of the road…A car came within inches of hitting me. Mom got a little stressed out that day.
and this is the kind of stuff family legends are made of…
I became a big sister at the ripe old age of 6. I was traumatized I tell you!!! Traumatized.
I never broke my sister, but I sure was tempted to lose her a time or two.
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I never did lose my little sister…though I have accomplished that feat with my own kids a couple of times…ha!
Admit it-you masterminded this whole plan so you could play with Barbie & Ken!
Poor Bianca. Still, Breaking her was a genius idea. I hope she has forgiven you.
Yup, a scuffle in the backseat with my brother (2.5 years younger), left him only using his left hand when eating. When pressed I fessed up that ‘I broke him’
Doctor relocated his dislocated shoulder and all was good. family thought it was so funny that I said i broke him I didn’t get in trouble! yay! he even retold this story during my wedding when he gave a speech!
hahaha! It is our duty as older siblings to break them occasionally!
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Dude, I just posted today about a broken baby and then I come here and read this! Freeeaky!
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That’s hilarious. I fortunately never broke a child, but Mister Man did step on Little Miss’s head when she was two days old like her head was a stepstool. Oh vey.
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I recently asked why I was always in trouble as a kid and my little sister said “Because you always were the one doing shit!” And honestly, I do remember that. Maybe because I was the oldest of the little kids and sort of the team leader.
I didn’t break my little brother but I sure got him ripped up! We were chasing a rabbit that got out of the back yard and went thru a hedge in the front yard. We both ran around the hedge to scare it back and I stayed on that side while I sent my brother around to trap the rabbit. Bicycle on the sidewalk hit him as he came around the hedge. The result? Bike chain gashed his thigh open which needed major stitches.
More than when I was pulling the red wagon while one of my brothers was standing in it.
We were just very active. I had my share of stitches as well. Though they were always because of something I had done…