The Big Meanie!

Siblings have thier own brand of torture and I never forgot this one ... when I was just a little thing, my sister eight years my elder called me a "moron." I asked her what it meant. She told me to go look it up. But when I asked her how to spell it so I could look it up in the dictionary, she refused. The big meanie! Funny how I remember this but she has no recollection of it at all. Grin.