He Ain't Toothless, He's My Brother!

One day, when I was about 11, I had, what I thought was a great idea for something to do one afternoon.  I had made up a game to play and told my 6-year old brother about it and he thought it sounded like fun too, so we played it.  It was called ‘Try to Throw Marbles in the Other’s Mouth’. 

Of course, being the nice, big sister that I was, I said that I wanted to go first.  On my first shot, I got the marble right into his mouth!  Yeah for me!  I also knocked out one of his teeth and both of them went down his throat choking him.  I told him to stop doing that (choking) because if our mom had seen him, she was going to get mad at me. 

Well, he finally got both of them back up, and before my mom saw him doing all of that awful choking thing. Thank goodness, and I didn’t get into any trouble.  After he got all better.  He said eagerly, “My turn!”  I replied, “I don’t want to play that game anymore.”  He was pretty upset that he didn’t get his turn.  I wonder why?