You teased me something awful about my hair.
Got frizzier than a brillow pad with the dew.
I wanted to bring candles and matches but your wiser counsel prevailed.
In other words you made it clear what would happen to my backside if the parents caught us.
Used to be able to scare ourselves pretty good didn't we.
I only teased you about your hair because I was jealous. Mine was curly, but just enough to be annoying...while yours MADE A STATEMENT! :o)
We did love to tell ghost stories and would just keep on till we were all huddled together under the cover in one bed. We would be as still as we could after scaring ourselves, because we didn't want the monsters and goules to grab us. Then we'd just drift off to dreamland.
Mama and Poppa couldn't understand why we always ended up sleeping together instead of being in our own beds that we fought so hard to have in our room.