One time Jeremy was given the task of pumping
up the white wheels on my Barbie bike for me. They were flat and I wanted to
ride. I’ll venture a guess and say that I was probably 6, and he 12. He pumped
and pumped away until, I’m sure on accident, one of the tires exploded, thus
making my precious Barbie bike un-rideable. I was devastated. I remember later
that day writing a vicious note and placing it passive-aggressively on the desk
in his room. It read, “You’re meen!!!”
After this note was delivered I have no memory of ever worrying over the
bike again. Ah, the wonders of passive-aggressive-note-giving. ;)
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