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For the Love of Siblings. . .

Amy Fagan

My Buddy!
My Buddy!
He knows everything AYEEEEEEE know!
My Buddy!
My Buddy!
My Buddy and meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Oh, what brats we were! Does anyone remember the 80’s movie Child’s Play, and it’s murderous main character Chuckie? And for those of you who remember the movie, do you also remember the doll “My Buddy”, who had a very unfortunate similarity to the evil, knife wieldingChuckie?

Imagine, then, four children, locked in the house on a rainy day. They’d played all the video games, colored all the coloring books, made all the crafts they could possibly stomach. The eldest girl and eldest boy of the four, trying to decide whether it would be worth the entertainment value to start an “Indian Rug Burn” contest. As they thought it over, their eyes came to rest on the youngest boy’s new best friend: My Buddy.

“You know,” Amelie said. “That doll looks just like Chuckie.”

“Yep,” Jamie said. “Sure does.”

“Shuth ups.” Colby said “Thath my butt-hee. Not Shuckie.” (Colby had a slight speech impediment that disappeared once he grew into his rather large head. Whether the two symptoms were mutual or exclusive, the siblings were never quite sure.)

“You know,” Amelie said. “Sassy-Beth snuck down the stairs when we were watching it with Uncle Mark. She was supposed to be asleep, but I know she saw it. Have you noticed how she runs past Colby’s bedroom these days? Have you noticed that she’s always throwing a towel or an afghan over Chuck. . .errr. . .My Buddy’s head?”

“Yeah,” Jamie snorted. “She’s a reee-tard. She wasn’t supposed to be down there anyway. Why didn’t you tell on her?”

“Shuth ups,” Colby said. “Mom theth no to thay that word! I’m going to tell!”

“Mom said not to say what word?” Jamie said.

“Rethard,” Colby said.

“Well, Colby, you just said it. So if you tell on me, I’ll tell mom you said it too.”

“Alright. . .shut up, both of you, “ Amelie interrupted the fussing brothers. “No one is telling anyone anything. And the reason I didn’t tell on Sassy-Beth was because she would’ve told mom that Uncle Mark let you and me watch the Chuckiemovie. Then, we would’ve gotten spankings and mom and dad would’ve been mad at Uncle Mark. Then we’d end up with some crappy old lady for a baby sitter. Is that what you want?”

“No way.” Jamie and Colby’s voices in unison.

“Alright, this is what we’re going to do. . .”

The bored and restless (and sometimes wicked) children split up into separate areas of the house. Colby was instructed to play with his Lincoln Logs and act as if nothing were amiss. Jamie was sent to the utility room to find packing tape and fishing line. Amelie silently slipped into the kitchen and retrieved a small steak knife.

Jimmy and Amelie met up in the bedroom of Sassy-Beth. They'd’ taped the steak knife to the hand of My Buddy, tied some fishing line around his neck and wove the dangling remainder of the line through the slats of the closet door. They pulled the door shut and lay in wait.

It wasn’t too long before the youngest of the crew, Sassy Beth, climbed the stairs and entered Colby’s room. As instructed, Colby ignored her as long as possible and then said “Sheeth. Can’t you thee I’m trying to build thomething here? You can play if you go into your room and get your ThrawberryThortcake doll. Then, we can pretend that she liveth in there.”

So, poor Sassy-Beth. . .the fair skinned, blue eyed child of the lot, walked into her room looking for Strawberry Shortcake. Her back was to her closet as she entered the room, and just as she was about to turn around, the two evil siblings hiding in her closet stifled giggles and pulled the fishing like. Amelie said, in a growly, Jack Nicholson voice “HEY SASSY-BETH. I’m CHUCKIE! WANNA PLAY?”

The shriek that emitted from the child’s lungs was louder and more frightened than either of the collapsed and cackling siblings had expected. Much to their shock, the still screaming Sassy-Beth ran to her window, threw it open and pushed out the screen.

“What is she doing?” Jamie asked, through his laughter.

“I don’t kno...” Amelie was stopped to witness an even more shocking scene.

Sassy-Beth (still screaming, still shrieking), as the sound of their mother’s running footsteps were growing louder, snatched the would be Chuckie with all of her might and in a frantic and triumphant howl, tossed him out the open window.

Jamie and Amelie were shocked. For some reason, Sassy-Beth’s fury and bravery in the midst of her fear made everything seem that much funnier. Though poor Buddy was out the window, Sassy-Beth kept shrieking. Jamie and Amelie kept howling with laughter. . .even when their mother jerked open the closet door and, still not knowing the whole story, gave them some fairly good whacks on the ass. Though it stung, the siblings could not stop laughing.

Once all had calmed down, Sassy-Beth began to explain to her mother how she’d walked into her room and “Chuckie” had come to life. Her mother asked her how she knew anything about Chuckie in the first place and, true to form, she ratted out her uncle and siblings. Sassy-Beth was no dummy and she knew that deflecting the blame would turn their mother’s attention away from her transgression and onto that of the bad siblings and Uncle Mark.

As Jamie and Amelie were getting a stern lecture from their mother regarding loving one’s siblings instead of scaring them to death with toys, she pointedly asked Colby “Did you know about this?” And because Colby would never lie, Jamie and Amelie spoke first “No! No! He didn’t have anything to do with it. It was our idea. Just ours.” They glared at Colby, daring him not to follow their lead. Colby complied. The Indian Rug burns Amelie and Jamie would give him would be worse than any spanking his mother could muster. Besides, if he said nothing, that wouldn’t be lying, would it? He sighed and remained mute.

Their mother looked at them all and wondered what she’d done to give her children such macabre senses of humor. She wondered if it was possible that they needed therapy. She sighed. “Can’t you all just please get along? Can’t you just love your baby sister?”

“Oh. We love her, mom.” Amelie said.

“We love to freak her out. . .” whispered Jamie. Amelie stiffled a laugh.

Later on that night, after several apologies to their youngest sister, Amelie and Jamie discussed the events of the day.

“That was funny.” Jamie said.

“Hysterical,” Amelie said.

“Could you believe that she threw him out the window?” Jamie said, with a small amount of admiration in his voice.

“No,” said Amelie. I couldn’t. For a second there, I thought she was gonna jump herself. Then we really would’ve been in trouble. I was impressed.” Rarely had they seen such bravery exhibited by their sister. Though she was clearly terrified, she’d been able to remove and dispose of the object of her fear in less time than it had taken for the three siblings to execute the plan. “Maybe she isn’t so bad.”

“Yeah.” Jamie said.

Through the years, there were many more pranks played amongst the siblings. However, the great “Chuckie Incident” is still spoken of fondly, even by Sassy-Beth. Some siblings live their lives getting along all the time, sugar and spice and everything nice. And some siblings. . .are just spice. Wild, creative, sometimes scary. . .but are afforded deeper connections than most people find on this planet. I consider myself fortunate to have each and every one of my siblings in my life. I hope that you are blessed with the same love, affection and deep bond.

xoxo