I’m the youngest of 3 brothers, with one younger sister (who essentially could get away with murder because she was the only daughter), so I can speak from experience when I tell you that my siblings absolutely knew how to push my buttons. Point in fact, they were experts in the daily arts of getting into my head with their various tortures.
My sister used to hide the remote control from me (mind you, nobody could use it) as a fun little game just because she knew how mad it would get me. And if you think my brothers didn’t pull every creative hazing tactic on me over the years (a “rite of passage” they loved to use as validation for my suffering), my friends, you would be dead wrong.
So here’s to all the siblings out there who survived their tumultuous upbringing without losing their damn minds!