evil little gobsh*te
despite me being an older sister, my 'little' brother (pretty much consistently a foot taller than me since his birth) has caused me many injuries, including winding, tripping, pushing, clobbering etc.

I, however, know how to get my own back. I have patience.

He used to love hiding under the sink behind the clothes basket and jumping out. One time, i screamed and spazzed so loud he ran out screaming himself, tripping over the wrinkle in the landing carpet, flying across the bannisters and head-first into a 3ft-high flowerpot (it was the 80s), cracking it in half and producing a bump on his head of comic proportiions. The fact that I got the blame for it only served to make it sweeter. Like I could plan that. The cat was pretty freaked out though.

EDIT: Also, anyone with a younger sibling has almost certainly enjoyed a bit of shouting "baby, baby, baby" in a mocking voice to drive them into a state of frenzied, plate-eyed attack mode. I did, and despite having a clump of hair ripped out of my head, managed to lock him outdoors with the garden hose, where he attempted to flood the house via the catflap. I think it was the buggered dryer electrics that swung that in my favour.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 15:38, Reply)