Is that Dodai? Aw, that pic is way cute.
That BBC story is awful.

I'm the oldest and I was downright terrorized by my little sister.

I'll just wait patiently for her apology.

Wow, the worst was my sister pinching me. :-\

But then I would retaliate with sharing information about her and her boyfriend to mom. :-)

Oh my goodness, compared to that story, I was the model big sister. I just did a lot of hair pulling and convincing her she wanted ice cream/a trip to the mall/a new movie so that she would be the one to pester my parents. Being a big sis is great.

My parents severely fucked up my Christmas wish to have a little sister by giving birth to a saintly boychild instead who they duly let me name so as I could feel included and have no excuse to act up.
I did my best to make the most of the situation and terrorize him anyway, despite being constantly being met with his constant adoration and love and sneaky trips into my bed when he'd had nightmares.
I refuse to apologise. He's far too nice for his own lovely good. I continue the reign of terror now by telling him that any girl he brings home walks like a man. It's what he expects of me.

Oh my god I TORTURED my little sister. Convincing her that her headache was the death of brain cells; making her let me suck out all of her 1st Grade knowledge (which consisted of me putting my hand and her head and making slurping noises) so that she could enjoy her summer and then refusing to give it back for 2nd Grade; lies that I refused to admit to into adulthood. Until my partner ratted me out because he's no fun.

Lord, I was terrible to my kid sister growing up. I've been trying to buy back her love for all these years, but I'm not sure I'm making any headway.

I would like to extend an apology (for the like 100th time) to my younger sister Megan. I'm sorry for slapping you that one time.* I know that you were like 4 days old , but we were in a car and loud crying is just obnoxious after 10 minutes.

*Disclosure: I was a little over one year old myself when this happened when I did this.

Now I don't feel so bad for stabbing my brother with a fork.

Christmas 1973, I received a highly coveted Barbie Camper with a fold down tent. I opened it and put Barbie in, and my younger sister promptly ripped the tent off and ruined it. She will never live it down. Probably a good thing I didn't have a air gun.

I would like to extend an apology (for the like 100th time) to my younger sister Megan. I'm sorry for slapping you that one time.* I know that you were like 4 days old , but we were in a car and loud crying is just obnoxious after 10 minutes.

*Disclosure: I was a little over one year old myself when this happened when I did this.

Actually that report made me feel noble about the fact that the worst I ever did to my sis was punch her stuffed animals until she started crying, along with holding her down and farting on her head.

On a related note: Little brothers...suck it.

(My little bro was really mean and still kind of is).

haha I took this story and sent it to my sister to show her how lucky she is to have me. No matter how baddly I injured her she never had to go to the hospital!

My older sister caught me posing in the mirror wearing my first training bra stuffed with socks. From that point on she annointed me "B.W." and to this day she still gleefully tells the story of the time she caught me "prancing" in my training bra. I am now 31 - and in hindsight I think I would have rather taken an air pellet to the brain.

glad to know that i'm not the only torturous older sis...i used to hide under my sister's bed and make scary wild animal noises until she woke up, started crying and dropped her bottle. i would then hide under my own bed, drink the bottle and tell myself over and over "im the baby". oh, and there was also the time that i knocked over the shopping cart she was in, which led to six stitches in her chin. and that time i told her third grade class that she still wet the bed...hard to believe tha she still speaks to me...

I highly doubt your parents had a pellet gun laying around :P

On a lighter note, I still make my (then little, now almost a foot taller than me) brother flinch as I pretend to punch him.

For the last fucking time, can British parents stop leaving their children ALONE in hotel rooms?

I'm forwarding this to my younger sister so she can finally put that story about me throwing the VCR remote at her to rest. (I threw it at her FEET, dammit!)

Does this mean I can tell my sister to stop bitching that I pulled her hair when she was younger? I mean, it was no airsoft pellet to the brain...get over it.

I'm glad I'm an only child. I only got tortured by senial, delirious, and most likely drunk relatives at family reunions.

What makes it worse, though, is how adoring little sisters are. Mine was ALWAYS trying to think of ways to win my affection. And I was SO ignorant of it. I still have a note that she wrote to me when she gave me a gift "Dear Annie, this is a shirt for you on this day and you will like it very much i hope ok thanks." So sweet, I still get weepy over it.

In a way, I hope I don't have female children. The lack of emotional depth that boys have make them seem somehow easier to handle.

I used to tell my sister I could make her "cry without even touching her." Yet, I never actually figured out how to do it...apparently this British girl is smarter at six than I was at ten.

@Sara Benincasa: I know right?

@Gabbo: Hahaha. I tortured my brother with T.V. remote. I often missed though. My father took a trip over to the cable company bimonthly to replace it. I feel bad for him, though, not my brother, who shot me in the ass with an air gun.

@AnnieGetYourFun: I want to have a boy later in life so bad but every person in my life thinks I'm a loony to not want a girl.

@groupie: See, this just makes me want siblings even more - as an only child, I'm the only one who's nagged about grandchildren, marriage and everything else. Then again, I'm 23, so I'm kinda hoping Mom won't pop out another one.

@shuffler: i convinced my little sister that the tv remote controlled her as well as the tv. i would hit mute and then pretend i couldn't hear her, no matter how loud she yelled. she lived in fear of the power button.

in my defense, though, i never shot her in the head with anything...

@msb2: Dude, I've always wanted a boy because I feel I have less of a chance of giving him a fucked up eating disorder. Also, I consider it my sacred duty to try to raise a non-doucheface man; yes, that's right. My reproduction is for all you ladies out there who are lonely tonight.

I was in charge of waking my sister up in the morning so I'd go in her room, turn on all the lights, open the windows (this is in Minnesota in the dead of winter), steal her blankets and pillow, hit her a few times with the pillow, then leave the room. She'd lie there definiantly, shivering, for as long as she could stand the cold (or until I came in and dragged her down the carpeted hallway until the rugburn woke her up), then would get up and get ready for school.

I can't believe she still speaks to me after three years of that.

@SinisterRouge: That's not me, that's Anna!

@hamburgerhotdog: I had to stifle my laughs so bad. Fuckin' HILARIOUS! Three years, what happened after three years?

@SpaghettiStreetwalker: Mine too. Terribly mean.

I used to fling my little sister around in the johnny jump up contraption my parents had hanging in the kitchen doorway.

One day she lost her temper, and in all of her two year old fury told me to (and I quote) "blow it out my ass".

My mom said she couldn't yell at my sister because she was laughing so hard.

@msb2: I left for college, and she stopped wearing a snowsuit to bed.

I was pretty nice to my little sis, but my brother was a whole other ball game. Dressing him up like a fairy princess? Check. Bashing him over the head with a dowl when he was a baby? Check.

Then there was the time I threw a dart at him, which stuck in his little three-year-old collarbone. My dad pulled it out and threw it back at me, missing my head by a few inches.

Sadistic bastard.

my boyfriend tries to give me the psycho label for all the shizz i inflicted upon my little sis. this from a man that blasted his little sister in the face with a can of spray adhesive, which led to a trip to the emergency room in order to pry her eyelids open...

My older sister pushed me through a second story window once because I kicked open her door in the middle of a fight. I'm still waiting for my apology on that one.

@Lullaby: The only really mean thing that I ever did to my brother (and he'd physically beat me up and such) was to convince him for an entire day that men didn't have nipples and that there was something SERIOUSLY wrong with him. And yes, he was twelve years old.

I'm actually still proud of myself for that one.

When my mom was expecting my little brother, she asked me how I would hold the new baby. I showed her, by dragging my Cabbage Patch doll around the room by the ankles, then dropping it headfirst into the cradle.

My reign of terror over my brothers lasted until I was about 11. Then they got bigger than me. It was a sad day.

I told my sister we were running away. We both packed our bags and tromped down the sidewalk at dusk. I told her to wait there--I'd forgotten something.

I then went inside and locked the door behind me. She stood on the front porch crying.

I was such a bitch to her (if that term can apply to a child). I'm so glad she's a better person than me and somehow loves me anyway because now, she's my best friend.

@Jerseylicious:

Oh my God. That is wonderful.

I mean, if she wasn't seriously injured, and all.

@TripsyDaily:
Because you're a guy, right?
What is BW?

@wigglepuppy:

Oh shit. Sorry jerseylicious. Your story wasn't so wonderful. I meant my previous comment in response to wigglepuppy.

Now I feel like a shmuck for accidentally laughing at you. Wigglepuppy, though, that is priceless.

I apologize to my little sister Katie for smacking her in the head to make her smack me back, all so I could run crying to my parents and tell them that the baby was hitting me. But I suppose we're even now because she grew up to be about five inches taller and a lot stronger. And she once threw a TI-86 at my head. I dodged it, but there is still a huge dent in the bedroom wall from where it made contact.

Little sisters often deserved the beatdown simply because when your parents discovered the two of you fighting--she would get "poor thing (insert kissy noises)" while you got "what the hell is wrong with you, you are older and should have known better!" even though LS usually was the instigator.

@Gabbo: ok my older sister did this to me... it broke on my knee! That shiz hurt!!!

She was not seriously injured, luckily. it just gave her the fuel to inflict torture against the youngest brother in their family...i mean, what little boy doesnt want to be dressed in a strawberry shortcake dress, have his hair curled (and face burned with the iron), and paraded around the neighborhood???@thegreatladies:

Thank goodness I'm an only child. Whew.