Moey's Statues (Childhood Memories)

I shared a room with my sister Moey. She had quite a collection of statues and it annoyed me because she delayed the process of turning out the bedroom light by performing her nightly ritual of kissing each and every one of the statues. 

"What a goody goody," I thought," She never gets in trouble. It's always me!" 

I would watch her closely from the comfort of our double bed and plan my revenge. What would it be tonight; would I sing an extra long song (Oh Johnny) in our singing contest? ..would I ask her to sing a religious song she had learned at school pretending to enjoy it but secretly memorizing each word so I could contort the wording in an effort to offend her and her precious religious heroes ('Put on your pretty shirt my soul. Your underwear, your underwear')?, or would I just wait for the perfect moment to toss her pillow as far as I could ,just as she reached the bed? 

I knew I would probably go to hell for all the bad things I did (and planned to do) but it was too much fun to resist. And anyway she always fell for the same old tricks so it was partly her fault too, right? Fooled me once shame on you. Fooled me twice shame on me. Get it, got it, good!