I love to harass my siblings. And they also pester me. It’s the law. An unwritten but universally understood law. Harassing your siblings is a necessary bonding experience.
The best example of this is with my youngest brother who has autism. He’s a gentle giant and likes the simple things in life. Movies, snacks, and walks on a treadmill. He likes to pull pranks, but his pranks are things like calling you and saying, “You won a new foot!” or putting ice down your shirt.
He has a think about wanting the front door to the house to remain closed at all times. Today I walked to the door and he said, “Don’t forget to shut the door!” I said, “What? Leave the door as wide open as I can when I leave? Ok!” He said, “NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID!” and chased me to the door to shut it.
My older brother made up a rule one year on his birthday that our youngest brother has to feed the birthday boy their first bite of cake. Sometimes we call family meetings and make him sing the family meeting song, that our oldest brother made up on the spot. I have it recorded. It’s hilarious.
The moral of the story is, you need to harass your siblings. It will probably help you live longer.
Redheaded Jill 
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