When I was younger, I bit my brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That sounds far worse than it actually was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My top teeth had barely begun to grow and my bottom teeth were still stubbornly not there, so I\u2019m sure it hardly hurt, and I was one<\/em>. Everyone was just a bit feral at one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We were in a room full of toys and I\u2019d just spent upwards of ten minutes digging a tiny training bike out from under a pile. I was flush with success, happier than anything, when he snatched the bike from my hands, as older brothers do, and took it for himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What a bully, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m sure it looked comical, a stubby-legged toddler chasing after a rather larger toddler on a too-small tiny bike, around and around and around the little room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I caught him in the end, though, and that\u2019s when I bit him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nom. I don\u2019t bite my annoying sibling anymore, of course. I wish I could, sometimes, but it\u2019s just not socially acceptable for anyone older than two or three to bite<\/em> humanoid irritants. Besides, I\u2019m sure I\u2019d feel\u2026somewhat\u2026guilty if I ever did bite my brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not guilty enough that I wouldn\u2019t bite him if I could, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the thing about siblings is that they\u2019re like your built-in human mosquito. They\u2019re always there, the single constant in an ever-changing, ever-growing life, buzzzing and bothering and always prodding at all the buttons you find most annoying, and all I can do is poke him a bit because he\u2019s got absolutely nothing I can prod at!<\/p>\n\n\n\n He always rubs my hair. If he ever stops one day, I\u2019ll know he\u2019s been impersonated. It\u2019s gotten to the point that when he lifts his hand I always automatically duck\u2014the Hair-Scare, I like to call it. But it\u2019s an absolutely horrible sensation, having your hair all messed up like that. Granted, my hair is almost always messy in the first place, but I rather imagine it\u2019s the principle of the matter. Yet when I try to retaliate by doing the same thing, he finds it amusing and never reacts. Do you know how annoying that is?<\/p>\n\n\n\n What a mosquito.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Granted, I\u2019m a bit of a hypocrite because I\u2019m so much more of a mosquito than my brother. I like to think of myself as a sweet, darling, lovely mosquito, but I don\u2019t think those types of mosquitos quite exist. I take solace, though, in the fact that my brother\u2019s the one who ended up with the nickname \u201cbug\u201d while I\u2019m the sweet, lovely \u201cgrass.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2026Chinese nicknames are so weird when translated. Not to say that I don\u2019t love him. I don\u2019t think I could stand disliking someone I\u2019ve lived with for so many years. Plus, he is something of an excellent person. With that said, though, I do wish I can still remember that teething incident. Then, at least I can reminisce about the good, young times when biting one\u2019s brother was adorable and hilarious rather than disturbing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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