Again with the history?

OK...another story that should remain in the recesses of my mind, yet here it is being laid out before you like a buffet in Vegas. This time, I am the devil. I'm not saying I was the worst sister ever, but I was among good company if you really must know. All of us were mean to each other, so I got a zing in every now and then and am PROUD of it! I actually teamed up with my older sister for this, which was unheard of back then. Now we are a daring duo, two peas in a pod, but back then, it was a death wish for me to even look at her. My sister, just fifteen months younger than I, (yeah...I was "the baby" for a very short time, another HMPH! to add, hehe) was and still is a deep sleeper. But, my older sis and I dared ask, HOW deep is that sleep? Little sister, I will call Kelly (see pic, center) since it is part of her name, would literally crash at 3 PM, much like half her children do now, which is good old-fashion karma. Picture it, later into the evening, once Char and I have been put to bed in the same room with Kelly, and the two of us are bored and wide awake. Nothing we do wakes this child. Two pairs of eyes lock and share the same terrible thought. Char grabs a block and sticks it down the back of Kelly's underwear. Kelly rolls over and doesn't even flinch, block and all. Again, two pairs of eyes lock. Another block is added to the underwear. Another roll and still no response from the living dead. Two eyes now with raised brows. Hmmm. This time, I grab a big, fat rock and put it down the back of her underwear. Amazingly, Kelly rolls in agitation, but does not stir from sleep. Bwahahaha! This continues, as sick as we were, for a little while, until we cannot find anything small enough to fit but large enough to wake her. Not much later, my father bursts into the room in his tightie-whities to find out who is making all the noise. The whole family had gone to sleep and were now waking because of the racket. My dad, bless his heart, was half asleep but blazing mad about being out of bed when he had work at 4 am. Char and I were taken back in fear and without even thinking we both pointed at Kelly. He didn't notice she was in a coma because he didn't call us on our fib and come after us. We dove for our beds just in case he noticed she was not part of our late night shananigans. Dad never noticed; instead, he reached for Kelly's legs, flipped her on her stomach, and paddled her behind with his hand. I suppose I don't have to say, but I will--that woke her up.