I am a bad grandson.

I nearly dismembered my grandmother tonight.

I was laying down on a couch in the middle of a room watching a movie when it happened. I felt a little pinch on the back of my neck, and looked up and back to find my sister, smirking at me for having caused a distraction.

I went back to the film once I realized she didn't want anything but to bother me.

Then I felt the same pinch. My sister was a persistent pain in the neck, literally.

So I snapped my hand up and back and grabbed the arm the pinching fingers belonged to and pulled hard, knowing my sister would put up a fight.

But the arm didn't resist, it gave easily. Too easily.

And my poor, tiny grandmother went sailing up and over the top of the couch and landed on me.

"Oh God," I thought, "I tore my grandmother's arm off!"

Fortunately, the arm did not leave its socket and she was cackling with laughter; it was a few minutes before I was convinced she was ok.