Okay, so I finally dropped him off. And, what's even funnier, is that it is one year, to the day, that I received him! Sorry girl_friday for holding on to him for so long!
So, my sibling rivalry story:
My brother and I were sworn enemies growing up. We were always getting into some fist fight all that time. So one day we had to clean our room. Of course, we got into an argument that quickly escalated into an all out brawl. He landed a few good blows, as did I. The final blow was when I went to kick him (we were only like 6 or 7 so, yes, we would resort to kicking), and I landed it on his face (not hard...not THAT hard), but he started bawling and got a fat lip. My dad heard the crying and came storming in, threw open the door and my brother and I just froze. Dad asked what was wrong. I said nothing was wrong. My brother didn't say anything. My dad looked at us and knew that we were fist fighting....again. He just turned around and walked out of the room. My brother and I didn't continue the fight at that point. We figure we both just won since we weren't grounded.
And that's my story.