Comments on: What’s Your Story About Tre? http://www.firstpersonarts.org/blog/whats-your-story-about-tre/ Just another WordPress weblog Tue, 24 Jan 2012 15:15:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Mom http://www.firstpersonarts.org/blog/whats-your-story-about-tre/comment-page-1/#comment-4236 Mom Thu, 22 Jul 2010 18:40:01 +0000 http://www.firstpersonarts.org/?p=6939#comment-4236 Now he sneaks the meals he doesn't like to their cats! Now he sneaks the meals he doesn’t like to their cats!

]]> By: Kristin the Sister http://www.firstpersonarts.org/blog/whats-your-story-about-tre/comment-page-1/#comment-4234 Kristin the Sister Wed, 21 Jul 2010 19:46:15 +0000 http://www.firstpersonarts.org/?p=6939#comment-4234 In Tre's "bonus round", he talks about how he got away with hiding sandwiches all over our grandparents' house. What he failed to mention was that I was the reason he got caught. Granted, he still has himself to blame for hiding the sandwiches instead of, simply, throwing them out, but I still accept my role in his downfall. He did, in fact, hide his lunch everywhere in their house, but he also hid them in our house....well, his room....well, in his pillowcase. Enter, the little innocent sister (me). Tre, our mom, & I were all excited to watch "Snow White" on the Disney channel, so as I went to my room to grab my blanket, he asked me to grab his pillow. With me being about 5 yrs. old at the time, a full-size blanket & a pillow were a bit much for someone my size to carry down a flight of stairs without breaking my neck, so Tre told me to just toss his pillow to him over the bannister... The next sequence of events all happened in slow-motion. The pillow was tossed. Tre remembered yesterday's sandwich was nestled inside the case. He cried, "Noooooo"!!!! The pillow hit the floor. The sandwich slid out of the case & to a stop....right at Tre's feet. Tre sat with his face in his hands. Mom cursed. I laughed. His ass was grass (that's what she said...lol) Thus began the infamous sandwich-hunt across Mercer County. In Tre’s “bonus round”, he talks about how he got away with hiding sandwiches all over our grandparents’ house. What he failed to mention was that I was the reason he got caught. Granted, he still has himself to blame for hiding the sandwiches instead of, simply, throwing them out, but I still accept my role in his downfall.

He did, in fact, hide his lunch everywhere in their house, but he also hid them in our house….well, his room….well, in his pillowcase. Enter, the little innocent sister (me). Tre, our mom, & I were all excited to watch “Snow White” on the Disney channel, so as I went to my room to grab my blanket, he asked me to grab his pillow. With me being about 5 yrs. old at the time, a full-size blanket & a pillow were a bit much for someone my size to carry down a flight of stairs without breaking my neck, so Tre told me to just toss his pillow to him over the bannister…
The next sequence of events all happened in slow-motion. The pillow was tossed. Tre remembered yesterday’s sandwich was nestled inside the case. He cried, “Noooooo”!!!! The pillow hit the floor. The sandwich slid out of the case & to a stop….right at Tre’s feet. Tre sat with his face in his hands. Mom cursed. I laughed. His ass was grass (that’s what she said…lol)

Thus began the infamous sandwich-hunt across Mercer County.

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