One the most common fight between siblings that's close in age:The front seat.
***Loading up, heading to piano practice****Phone rings...mom takes the call inside**My brother gets in the front seat and buckles up.....he waits**I walk out with a *small plate of tuna and crackers. Stop to look at this foolishness. Gets in the middle row of the van*Me (7): Kee!!! It is my turn to get in the front! You KNOW it's my turn!
Marquis(10): No it's not! You got in the front the last time!
Me: Yes it is!!!!! Get out! Kee! Kee! Kee! Kee! Get out!
Marquis: Shut up!
*leans towards the middle row and punches me in the arm*Me: Kee, you're going to make me drop my food!
****Pause****
Tip's mind: No he didn't just punch me!
I gotta get back at this foo.
*looks down at tuna and crackers* Kee, hates tuna...
Hmmmm..........
****Play****
*Takes tuna in hand and....*WHACK!!!!!! Tuna all on his face and in his hair...
A minute later...
*Mom comes out with a look of horror and rage and she sees us still fighting between the front and middle of the van, and tuna on the windshield and ceiling of the car*_____________________________
OOOOOOOOO!!!!! My mom and dad beat us so bad and banned us from talking to each other for a week. That was torture. And that was when I realized how strong my mom really was! Ooooo, for her to be so short, that chick got down! No belt needed. I think the belt would've slowed her down too much. LOL!
I never got whooping too much, but when I did...looking back on it...I deserved them jokas!