Sam: "Hmm, which pony should I kill first?"Noelle: "No! Sam! Don't kill my ponies! (Sobbing)"
That was an especially tasty little morsel I overheard yesterday. I can't count how many times my brothers "killed" my Ponies, Cabbage Patch Dolls, and Barbies when I was a girl. Often I would find them naked and tossed down the stairs or, better yet, hanging by a clothes hanger from the ceiling light. Oh the agony it caused me. Oh the sadistic delight it brought to my brothers. Where do boys learn this and at 4-years old? Oh Noelle and Ruby, I feel for you both already.
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I remember walking up the stairs only to find all of the pictures removes, and on their nails were hung each of my Barbies' heads. Oh, brothers...why?
oh so sad! Poor Noelle! and poor Ruby in the future :)
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