Tattletale

When I was younger, I used to tease my brother a whole lot.

I can remember a time when I held him down on the floor and made him shout out my name over and over again and I still didn't get off of him because I was just mean that way sometimes. I'll never forget what he said after I got off of him though:

"I'm telling dad on you."

Those words struck fear in me because I knew what my dad would do if what I had done was ever discovered and brought to light, so I would usually bribe my brother with something good such as a signed baseball card or some such trinket that he greatly desired. That way, my rear end would remain safely intact, away from dad's belt.

Fast forward to last night with my seven-year old.

After a wrestling match ensued, (no, I did not hold him down on the floor and make him shout my name), I grabbed a hold of his foot and he tried to get away unsuccessfully. After a minute of this, he wriggled his way free, turned defiantly toward me and said,

"I'm telling God what you did."

There's no bribing my way out of that one.....