I Broke My Little Sister's Favorite Toy on Purpose

So here’s this thing that I’ve been meaning to confess for a while. I'm the oldest of three siblings and my little sister is just obsessed with her toy unicorn, Fluffy (yes, that’s what she calls it). She sleeps with it every night, carries it around like it's made of solid gold. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my baby sis to bits, but sometimes a big sibling needs some revenge for all the times she wakes us up at ungodly hours demanding ice cream or something equally as ridiculous. Well, one day, after she pulled that ‘I need you’ card for what felt like the millionth time, I snapped. When she wasn’t looking, I snuck into her room and...well, let’s just say Fluffy isn’t quite so fluffy anymore. She was in tears, but it was worth seeing her face. We’ve since made up (thanks to mom stepping in) and now that toy is locked away safely in the attic. But the memory of her shock and my victorious laugh will stay with me forever.