to tease...

Those of you who know Cam, and know him well must agree that he loves to tease.

Quite often I shake my head, roll my eyes and sigh, “I’ve married a big brother.”

It’s true. I get picked on all the time. He loves to chase me around the house. I’m not immune to charley horses, frog bites, beached whales, knuckle sandwiches, and..the dreaded pinching.

You would think that once you’re, I don’t know…say thirty and above, you might never have to endure another torturous row from, well, anyone. Lucky for me, that is not the case. We revel in immaturity at our house

And lest I sound like a victim, I should let you know, I can dish it out too.

The only downside is Cam is quite literally twice my size. So, obviously, I never get to win. But, I do try. And I am quite good with the mind tricks, if I may say so myself.

But Cam’s teasing does not end with being physically intimidating. He is quite sarcastic and thinks that you can say anything to anyone as long as it’s with a smile.

   And, no, I’m not immune to his sarcastic criticism either.

He has actually said to me:

“Erin, you’re braces make your face look thick.” (To which I replied, “Oh. I am totally going to blog that.)

“You can’t even maintain a candle!” (When I didn’t burn all the wicks of a four wick candle at the same time. Thus, the candle was burning unevenly. Heaven forbid!)

And the infamous:

“You’re way funnier on your blog then you are in real life.” (To which I replied, “Well, you’re funnier looking in real life.” Good one, right?)

Before you are shocked that I would withstand such remarks, be advised that all these comments were said with a smile and a giggle. You may think that I don’t stand up for myself, or that Cam takes joy out of degrading me. To that I say, you must not know me or Cam very well.