When we were kids my brother and I would fight a lot- I with words and him with punches. But I being the cunning one would verbally attack him and in defense he would physically hit me. Of course my mom would only see me the victim helplessly trying to fend off the blows thus the one who got in trouble was him and not I.
This summer my brother wanted me to take him clothes shopping; I was trying to persuade him to buy this T-shirt from Uniqlo which he ended up getting. And then I stole borrowed it until he saw it on the laundry line and stole it back.
I’m such a good older sister.