Reply #13: One brother I led into a clothesline at dusk.

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I also threw a screwdriver and a phone at him. Hit him in the head each time.
That same brother and I told our youngest brother that the sky was falling and to hide under his bed. He did. All day. Until mom got home.
We also rolled him up in a blanket and stuffed him into the station wagon and took him to the back of a Safeway. We told him we were selling him for bologna meat. That was particularly scary, as our dad had threatened us with that fate.
And there's still another brother and two sisters and dozens of cousins.
Good times.