I’m about 8 years older than my brother. So when he was about 6, and I was about 14, I had this habit of holding him around the back of his neck. Kinda thumb on one side, rest of the hand on his shoulder on the other side, never hard, or choking him, but it gave me good leverage to make sure he didn’t get lost and/or into mischief, particularly when we were in a shop or something.
So anyway, we’re in this shop, and we’re looking around, and I hear my mom yell out “Kraiden, get your brother, we’re leaving.” So I grab my brother, and start leading him to the exit… except he isn’t coming… so I pull a bit harder and say “<Brother> come on, mom says we’re leaving.” Still nothing, so I tug a little harder “<Brother> Let’s go! Mom’s gonna get angry!” Nothing! So I look down.
NOT MY BROTHER!!! Some kid, on his tippie toes, with my hand around his neck, absolutely REFUSING to take a step, probably out of sheer terror! Whoops! Did not feel good. DID NOT LOOK GOOD!!!
Apologized profusely and left as quickly as I could! They still give me shit about it years later.
Omfg I’m just remembering I did something similar when I was ten or so. I think my little brother was like four?
I’m at 7-11, flipping through comics, and see what I think is my little brother messing with the comic books (putting them in the wrong slots in the magazine stand) out of the corner of my eye, so I scold him and go back to reading. I just hissed at him, didn’t even bother looking.
Then this girl I don’t know comes over, grabs the kid’s hand, says “Come on, <random unfamiliar name>, let’s go.” I look over and I don’t recognize either of them, and she shoots this “wtf is wrong with you, weirdo” look at me and leads him away. And my actual brother? On the other side of the store, oblivious to the world, just being his usual self, picking boogers, nowhere near the magazine stand, and I am clinically dead from embarrassment.
I did this once.
I’m about 8 years older than my brother. So when he was about 6, and I was about 14, I had this habit of holding him around the back of his neck. Kinda thumb on one side, rest of the hand on his shoulder on the other side, never hard, or choking him, but it gave me good leverage to make sure he didn’t get lost and/or into mischief, particularly when we were in a shop or something.
So anyway, we’re in this shop, and we’re looking around, and I hear my mom yell out “Kraiden, get your brother, we’re leaving.” So I grab my brother, and start leading him to the exit… except he isn’t coming… so I pull a bit harder and say “<Brother> come on, mom says we’re leaving.” Still nothing, so I tug a little harder “<Brother> Let’s go! Mom’s gonna get angry!” Nothing! So I look down.
NOT MY BROTHER!!! Some kid, on his tippie toes, with my hand around his neck, absolutely REFUSING to take a step, probably out of sheer terror! Whoops! Did not feel good. DID NOT LOOK GOOD!!!
Apologized profusely and left as quickly as I could! They still give me shit about it years later.
Ahahah, that is hilarious, it must have been so awkward! Yeah you are never gonna live that down
Omfg I’m just remembering I did something similar when I was ten or so. I think my little brother was like four?
I’m at 7-11, flipping through comics, and see what I think is my little brother messing with the comic books (putting them in the wrong slots in the magazine stand) out of the corner of my eye, so I scold him and go back to reading. I just hissed at him, didn’t even bother looking.
Then this girl I don’t know comes over, grabs the kid’s hand, says “Come on, <random unfamiliar name>, let’s go.” I look over and I don’t recognize either of them, and she shoots this “wtf is wrong with you, weirdo” look at me and leads him away. And my actual brother? On the other side of the store, oblivious to the world, just being his usual self, picking boogers, nowhere near the magazine stand, and I am clinically dead from embarrassment.