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Sunday, January 6, 2013

#GBE2: Oh, no! Not Again.

How could one so cute break anything?
When I was a little tyke, my "big bother" dubbed me Miss Breaker. After that, I was blamed for everything that broke, whether I'd done it or not. For example, take the large cushy chair in the family room. After many years of use, the back sagged and little 60 pound me was blamed. Okay, I admit I used to climb over the back and somersault into the cushion, but did I really break it? Adult people plopped into that chair all the time. Certainly that wore the back out more than a tiny, innocent child.

I was also blamed for the broken bushes in front of the house. The bushes? Really? Those huge leafy things were twice my size. How could little me have broken them? Okay, I admit my ball landed in the bushes a few times, and I fought branches to get it back, but did I really break them? The wind blew a lot, and we even had an earthquake one day. Certainly the weather wore out the bushes more than a tiny, innocent child.

Of course, I was not the only one blamed for weather. When a rumbling sounded through our home, my dad hollered up the stairs, "Florence! Stop jumping around up there."

To which my mom said, "It's not me! It's an earthquake." 

See, those frequent St. Louis earthquakes do a lot of damage to chairs, bushes, and marriages. So, should one blame a tiny, innocent child . . . again?


16 comments:

Talya Tate Boerner said...

We had those same earthquakes where I grew up in Northeast Arkansas:) Cute pic!

Theresa said...

Oh, this post is so going to be my 9 year old daughter in a few years. She weighs all of 50 pounds, but that girl causes more damage than a hurricane, tornado and earthquake combined.

Binky said...

Breakage just naturally follows some people around.

Danavee said...

What a darling pic!

Michelle L said...

Oh that sounds so familiar, Joyce. I used to get that a lot too, blamed whenever something broke just because I was clumsy once! Thanks for sharing....connected here!

Michelle L said...

I connected here...used to be blamed whenever something is spoiled or broken! Thanks for sharing, Joyce!

Masshole Mommy said...

Hahaha - that's funny. It reminds me of my brother. He is super clumsy and my sister & I would call him Mr. Destruction when we were kids because it was almost like everything he touched got broken. The poor kid ended up getting blamed for EVERYTHING, whether he broke it or not.

Kathy said...

This made me smile. My son blames my daughter for everything. She could have not been anywhere around at all and he would still blame her. Love the precious picture.

Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

stevebethere said...

LOL my brother is like that breaks everything we never ask him to do anything

I just have one question ..Have you improved Joyce lmao

Janet Blue said...

My seven-year-older sister always blamed me for everything. I did try to do something naughty one time and blame her. It didn't work. I always love the Family Circle cartoon with the little ghost that always says, "Not me." Thanks for the adorable photo as well.

Jo said...

I'm the baby child and nothing was ever my fault. :-)

Dilman Dila said...

Sweet. I love this one, it made me laugh a bit :-)
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grains of sand said...

aww... enjoyed your take on this subject..I just hope you have long grown out of being blamed for everything! Happier 2013!

humor after 50 said...

My daughter doesn't live at home...but the joke is that she broke it! Thanks for sharing!

Langley Cornwell said...

Haha, I can just see you somersaulting over the back of that chair. Oh no, not again!

Gary Henderson said...

I admit I was the one that broke stuff. Now. Back then, no one knew it was innocent little me. My mother STILL doesn't know half the stuff I did. :)