• Story of the night: It was 10 o'clock, and I decided it was about time to head back to my room for the night. I walk into my parents' bedroom to give them hugs. Mom was easy. Jay, however...he was playing with a kitchen knife. The sharp kind. I refused to come near him until he put it down because every time I came within a foot of him, he reached out, and pretended to cut me. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, but the fact that he's clumsy and could hurt me without meaning to made me feel a little sick to the stomach. He says, "Give me one good reason why you should be scared of me with a knife." I say, "Because you busted my teeth with a bicycle lock when you were just playing around with it." Kiya says, "Or because you accidentally set her hair on fire messing with a lighter." Mom says, "You did WHAT??" I say, "He lit my hair on fire and busted my teeth with a lock." Kiya says, "When did he do that?" He says, "It was a long time ago. She was younger than you." (Kiya is 9) I say, "See, you could cut me on accident, and if you do, I'm jumping in your car and getting blood all over the seats." Mom says, "I hope the neighbors can't hear this conversation." ____________________________________________________________________ Oh, the things we say in this house. I finally got Jay to put the knife down and give me hugs. It took a while, though.

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