this is a true story about my life. I get wedgies all the time in school and at home.
What was the youngest age that you can remember someone giving you a wedgie? Where were you and what lead up to that particular wedgie? Now that's a story in itself; don't you think? ;-)
I would just stop talking while around your brothers they come in the room and you go deathly silent. They ask you a question and you answer in made up sign language
When are you going to write a 2nd chapter to Danielle & Juliet's story?