‘member that one day when my big brother levi was left in charge of us for a while? ‘member how i was being incredibly annoying while he was washing the floor? ‘member how i kept singing [and managed to get my brother mark on board too] my own little parody to an amy grant twila paris song [as corrected by my mother] where i repeated over and over in a sing-song voice: “god is innnnn control! not leviiiiiiii!” ‘member how i sang it so much and taunted him about bossing me around that eventually i got him to crack and he ran after me, tackled me to the ground and started jumping on me in a rage fit for an eleven year old?

and ‘member how he ended up spraining my wrist and my parents made him pay for the doctor’s bill?

yeah, i was a horrible little sister sometimes.

[it’s ‘member that time monday at the van voorst‘s blog!]