Confession #62
When we were kids, my brother and I decided to have a snowball fight, even though he could not find his gloves. Within minutes, my brother was on the ground crying that he had frostbite and was going to lose all his fingers. Of course, he also threw in he would make sure our parents knew it was my fault. That pissed me off, so I went along with the frostbite and losing fingers idea for a while until it was almost time for my parents to come home. It was mean, but I got tired of him always trying to lie on me.