When my brother was wee, maybe 7, he was OBSESSED with a movie version of Pirates of Penzance. (You can't make this shit up.) My parents had just bought a brand new couch and coffee table set -- pretty much the first new one they'd bought, ever and which they still have. My brother was left home alone for a brief time, an hour or two. He decided to play pirate, and got out the carving knife and notched around the edge of the coffee table in like half inch increments with his "sword", and stabbed two recliner chairs and the couch.
The miracle is that he made it to double digits. He wasn't left home alone again for many years, for which *I* suffered greatly.
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Date: 2008-06-09 04:58 pm (UTC)The miracle is that he made it to double digits. He wasn't left home alone again for many years, for which *I* suffered greatly.