I have two younger brothers. They are 4 and 7 years younger than me, respectively. And I remember ALWAYS getting along with them. We loved each other all the time and never fought, never beat each other up, never crimped each other's hands in crimping irons... Basically, we got along splendidly and never gave the Zaz and Pop ANY grief.
Which is why I can't figure out why my Goombas just can't seem to get along. It is a never ending stream of screaming, tattling, and trying to maim each other. I just don't get it. Seems like every time they get to playing a game together, I start to relax and walk away for like a second and a half, and then they are at each other again.
For example... Here is an interaction between Luigi and Peach from the other day...
Luigi: Peach, let's go play school!
Luigi: You come with me, and we will play.
Peach: (ponders for a moment, then reaches out to pinch Luigi for no apparent reason) I crunch you! (followed by maniacal laugh)
Luigi: AAAAHHH!!! You crunched me, Peach! Mommy, Peach crunched me!!! (turns and knocks her down on her tush.)
Peach: AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! I crunch you, Luigi!!!! Crunch, crunch, CRUNCH!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Luigi: (at this point, screaming at more than 8,000 decibels) AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! PEACH!!!! NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Peach: (simultaneously) AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! LUIGIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! NNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
It doesn't matter what it is, they will fight about it. She got a bigger package of fruit snacks than me! I wanted to be the first one down the stairs! You didn't yell at him for drawing on the walls! You hugged her for .32 nanoseconds longer than you hugged me! It is enough to make this mother run for the hills screaming.
I feel like a broken record most days. Stop hitting your sister. Stop crunching your brother. If you can't play nicely, you can't play at all! Once, I even pulled one of my mother's old tricks out of the hat. When Mario and Luigi couldn't seem to agree on anything one afternoon, they started screaming that they hated each other. So, I made them sit on the couch for 5 minutes holding hands. I thought the daggers that were shooting out of Mario's eyes would actually kill me. I don't think it made them like each other, but let's just say they didn't bother each other for the next hour or so.
The only thing that is keeping me from selling my fighting little monkeys off to the gypsies at this point, is knowing that it will get better. Ok, fine, I'll admit, my brothers and I did not always love each other as much as we do today. And yes, I crimped one of their hands once. (Not my finest moment, I'll admit.) But, now, we get along really well and I would like to think we would all do anything for each other. And even though Bowser and his brothers and sister had their moments too (Bowser still has a scar near his eye from being hit with a C battery thrown by one of his brothers) they also now love and support each other through it all.
Unfortunately for me, today is not that day for the Goombas. I better get upstairs and make sure everyone still has all their limbs in tact.