Years ago, on a family vacation, my family and I were in some sort of cabin. There were bunkbeds to sleep on and I was very insistent that I got a top bunk. My mom was to have the bottom bunk of my bed. I happily went to sleep on the top bunk that night. But to my dismay, I woke up in the morning on the bottom bunk. I was so mad at my mom. How dare she move me out of my top bunk (which I rightfully called dibs on) and put me on the bottom bunk just so SHE could be the one to have the top. Can you think of anything meaner??? I confronted my mom about being mean and selfish and moving me to the bottom bunk. She told me that I had rolled off the top bunk into her open suitcase (which happened to be open by the side of the bed). She then placed me in the bottom bunk and took the top (since that is easier that trying to raise a sleeping child up that high.) Can you believe my mother? Not only did she move me from the top bunk, but she told a bunch of malarky to try and weasel her way out showing her selfishness and meanness. I certainly wasn't going to buy it then and I don't buy it now! I have the meanest mother in the world (and she would tell me that too growing up - especially when she wouldn't let me have ice cream for breakfast).
*Disclaimer: if you couldn't tell, I'm being sarcastic when I say my mom is mean. I love my mom and I believe her (now) when she says I fell out of the bed.*
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