I'm sorry I bit you

My mom was showing us her journal not too long ago and we came across this gem of a story.

"steve stayed home today and heard commotion in the basement. when he approached and litened, the commotin stopped and he could hear Briana say, "Brenan, I am sorry I bit you." There was a pause, and Brenan (my brother) responded, "Briana, I am sorry I bit you too." Briana said, "are we still friends?" Brenan said, " yeah, we are still friends."

Another one my family loves to bring up is when I was 2 and we flew in to visit my aunt. My mom and aunt were making dinner one night and I came in to ask for something. When my mom said no I layed down on the kitchen floor and turned myself around and around with my heels. My mom and aunt stared at me for a while, then my aunt turned to my mom and said, "when did that happen?" My mom loves to remind me how early my temper tantrums started and that I shouldn't be having them at 16 (I of course don't...she just thinks I do)

Finally, another funny story is during easter (around the same time as above story, I was 2). I had all my easter candy but my mom told me throughout the day, "No chocolate until after dinner!" When dinner was ready everyone sat down at the table, but I was missing. They called and called my name until they opened the bathroom door. They found me sitting on the tile floor, my legs straddling my cauldron of candy, and chocolate wrappers spewed all over the place. My face, hands and body were covered in chocolate. But when they walked in, the first thing I said was, "I'm not eating chocolate!"
I'm such a good liar