Three daughters often scared this ole dad but from the stories I have heard, they got their comeuppance when their little brother arrived, started walking, talking and tormenting.
Oldest sister Sheryl remembers brat troubles when her high school boyfriend arrived. Little Kelson hid behind the couch where the couple smooched. When discovered, her high school date spanked him. After that encounter, her date just gave the kid a quarter to go away.
Middle sister Cynthia was at the next door slumber party, when her middle school hostess asked, “Is that your little brother on your roof? He’s got binoculars. He’s looking in on our slumber party?”
When middle daughter was in high school, we lived in a house with intercom connection between porch and bedrooms. Little brother listened to front porch kissing argument. Then repeated the final comment when his sister came in the house: “You’d better get back up here and kiss me goodnight.”
Number three daughter Michaela remembers when the girl’s bedroom doorknob was removed for repair, and the pre-school brat could view through the hole and chant, “I see you.”
Now third daughter lives in a Dallas suburb a few blocks not far from her little brother. He’s still taxing her. He’s the mayor.
