Memory #73

My brother and sister and I had to stay at our neighbor's house in the mornings before school. They had a daughter in elementary school like us and a son who was a toddler. He was so annoying. One day we made a tent, and their mom started attacking us and making it fall down on us. As we were scrambling around laughing, I took the chance to whack the boy on his diaper a couple of times with a brush. His mom never knew why he was crying.