The Question: When you were a child, what event happened to you that is funny now, but it wasn’t funny when it happened?

My 2 Cents: I was sitting downstairs at the breakfast nook talking with my Mom. She was cooking and I was telling her about my day. It was one of the rare occasions I wasn’t in trouble and being lectured about not unloading the dishwasher or taking the clothes out of the dryer or cleaning my room or one of the other 101 things I pretended to overlook doing. It was just a really pleasant conversation between daughter and mother.

After about 15 minutes, my little brother (@cf3232) comes down the stairs and around the corner to the kitchen where we are and he’s got this pained look on his face like he’s about to start crying. We’re eight years apart in age, so he was little; maybe about six or seven. Of course, he’s Momma’s baby boy, so she stops talking to me to see about him.

“What’s wrong, sweetie pie,” my mother says to her baby boy.

“I don’t know. My back hurts, Mommy,” he says in his sugary-sweet, I’m-so-innocent, little-boy voice.

“Has it been hurting all day, baby,” my Mom says back in her sugary-sweet, isn’t-my-baby-just-so-cute voice.

My Mom looks away to make sure her food isn’t burning, and the little punk looks at me and grins his sinister little grin. By the time my mother turns back around, he’s all puppy-dog eyes and near to tears again. She asks him again.

“Has it been hurting all day?”

“No,” the little punk says, “it didn’t start hurting until Faydra punched me in it.”

Of course, my mother rounds on me and starts blessing me out about how many times she’s told me to keep my hands off her child and if I want to beat on somebody I can have my own children and she’s sick and tired of telling me to stop blah, blah, blah. All the while, the little punk is standing behind her grinning and pointing and about to get a hernia trying to hold in his laughter.

And he wonders why I use to treat him so badly when we were growing up. Little punk. Haha.

Sidenote: I love my brother now. He turned out to be a really good man; self-sufficient, intelligent, hard-working and sweet as pie. He was doted on and spoiled as a child, but he never got rotten. He’s always stood on his own, two feet and made his own way. Plus, he can kick my butt now, so we’re really, really cool. Haha.

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Take a few moments to check out the tweets from Twitter on this subject:

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akaziaj I got locked in the viewing room of funeral home. Not funny then. OTFL now.

CindyHartman fell down the steps freshman year in HS (and we wore skirts back then!).

PROTECTED TWEETER i climbed a clothes line pole that was 4stories high. i got my [bleep] whooped!! i cried my eyes out but i laugh my [bleep] off now!!

MusingMom I used 2 get picked on during kick ball games&in the hallway-the kids would tug on my skirt-I now know they were jealous! LOL

LadyProducHer it was funny then to everybody.. and I can now laugh at it… I was super embarrassed and it wasn’t even at my own church.. lol

LadyProducHer Here goes.. As a teenager, I was directin this choir & my stockings were too big & fell in front of a church full! LOL!

mayqueen79 Senior Health Project:Found drug dealer to help me get A,he told me all about acid-including a recipe. Cops nor Mom thrilled.

SusannahDawn . At 11yo I drove the riding lawnmower into a young tree, didn’t know what to do so I ran to my room…&left the mower running.

jazzzyone . At 8, friend & I “borrowed” a boat to row across a pond. As I untied rope, boat started floating away – dragging me with it.

Rhonnybay I was selling candy. Ate the candy. Hide the wrappers in my brothers room. My mother killed me. I’m reallly just a ghost…lol

PROTECTED TWEETER LMAO!! I was LAUNCHED like 15 feet in the air offa See-Saw by da’ Fat neighborhood bully & landed on my head w/A FAT KNOT!!

chuck haha…that’s easy…my first whooping

jreneker Guess what? Dad takes his side! So, I’m left having to find someone to take it from me. The end.

jreneker Guess what? After the season, he’s like, “What? It’s your route.” I’m like, “I was doing you a favor.” So, we take it to dad.

jreneker O.K. He asked me to sub for him during bball season, i.e. the middle of winter. He says he’ll take it back after bball.

enjoyceinglife I’m such a nut that, from my hospital bed, I also sent out an email to all my family and friends telling them I was in labor.

enjoyceinglife the day I went n2 labor, I went off on my docter, my mother & my child’s father bc I was irrational & wanted more time premie

jreneker Being screwed-over by my brother concerning his paper route. No wait, I’m still pissed at it.

sidekickfun when jump out tha second floor window, playin Zoro! Thats why I’m Krazy as [bleep] LoL. I get paid for being crazy. Jokes

DomesticP How about falling into the septic/sewer line during a surprise rain storm after dad had been working on line. I fell right in!

Reads4Pleasure Slammed my foot down on a rusty nail cuz I thought my brother did it magically. Ended up in ER w/ tetanus shot

ibster My brother, then 12, gave me a huge Christmas present (I was 6). Under layers of wrapping was my gift: a used matchstick.

IAMSY My mother made me wear bell bottom pants to school when I was 9 and they weren’t in style! I felt air up my legs all day. SMH

Quintessence_T my daddy used to moon people, i never understood as a child…i used 2 cryyyyyyyy…now of course that shit’s funni as [bleep]

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