Share your stories of sibling wars here.
I have one sister, four years older than me and we spent our childhood at war.
When I was a toddler my mom would tell me if I touched my "doo doo" the Super Chicken would come and peck it off. I was freakin petrified this would happen and my sister borrowed this chicken halloween costume from one of her friends and waited until I was peeing one day and burst into the bathroom making a loud "bwaking" noise. I believe that experience took 10 years off my life. Every Sunday we would go to my grandparents for supper and my parents in their infinite wisdom seated her to the left of me and I am left handed and she is right handed so we would bang arms while eating. One day she was being particularily mouthy and I stabbed her hand with my fork. Another time we were both grounded and had to clean the house and she asked me to come see something. I went over and she sprayed me in the eyes with Windex. That sucked. The best time I got her was when I was 11 and she was 15. It was her birthday and she was having a party in the basement watching a Friday The Thirteenth marathon. Earlier in the day my best friend and I had gotten a set of his dads old work coveralls, old work gloves, and boots. My parents had this styrofoam head and I had an old style plastic toy hockey mask. We put our Jason together, stuffing him with clothes and tying the boots and gloves on. We mounted the head with hockey mask attached and then swiped some of my mothers red nail polish to put some blood on the mask. We his him in my room and waited for the party to commence. It was an all evening sleepover so we had to wait until it got dark. We took Jason out of my room and tied him to the clothesline post out back and added the final touch, a butcher knife I swiped from the kitchen. Then we rapped once on the basement window. Nothing. We rapped 3 times. Movie stopped and silence. We stood back and tossed a pebble at the window. Then after about 2 minutes we heard the back door open and low talking voices, my friend and I dashed behind the back bushes. All of the sudden we hear this girls terror filled voice "Jason! Run!" and somebody else screamed too. My parents bedroom window faces the backyard and my dad yanked it open. At this point my friend and I were laughing so hard we couldn't move. My dad came out back, told me it was a nice job but that I was grounded, told my friend to go home, and told my sister and her friends that it was just Laura's little brother being a brat.