The story actually begins six months before the
successful fateful day.
It was the day that we picked my brother up from the adoption agency and brought him home. I was almost four years old.
I think that this event is one of my earliest memories. Interesting the things that we remember.
To this point, I was
spoiled rotten the only child. My world as I knew it was over and I was pissed not pleased.
I played it cool but my repeated attempts to
smother love him were all foiled.
So I came up with Plan B.
My mother was having a get together with a whole bunch of
suckers nice ladies. I donned my apron (can still picture it today), inserted a plethera of dolls in each of the four front pockets and went about selling my wares.
As legend goes, I walked around yelling "Babies for Saaaale, Babies for Saaaale". Finally I had an
unsuspecting fool taker and the deal was sealed with a quarter.
Little did she know.
Not one to renege on my promises, I immediately ran upstairs to my brothers room, took him out of his crib and attempted to leave the premises. I was going to load him into her car (or anyones for that matter). Talk about customer service!
Needless to say, my Plan (to rid myself of this parasite) was once again foiled.
On to Plan C.
All was not lost, I got to keep the quarter.
Be sure to check back next week when I tell you the story about...
"How I Pooped my Pants"!
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