awe! at least water dries. unless you like killed all of her flower beds or something.
i think it was around third grade or something… but i kept calling my brother a sissy because he wouldn’t jump off the swings like me and my neighbor were. he was only like five at the time, so it was understandable why he wouldn’t, but being an older sister i had to give him shit. so he jumped. he didn’t complain about any type of pain for a week. and then on mother’s day i woke up to him screaming bloody murder in his room. ”MOM I CAN’T GET MY SHIRT ON. MY WRIST DOENS’T WORK.” …yeah, i broke my 5 year old brothers wrist….