It Wasn’T My Fault, Honest!: A Novel About Living with Younger Brothers

By Gail Schultz and Bethany Wilson

Mary Beth is the older sister of three younger brothers whom she has been given the job of watching over and keeping out of trouble. Be prepared to laugh about this realistic fiction dealing with the antics and mischief that the boys are always getting into, which they constantly blame on Mary Beth. The three boys are continually testing her patience and last nerve throughout the story.

How will Mary Beth deal with her brothers and get herself out of trouble with Mom? Youll have to read the book to find out for yourself!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: May 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781466990142

Gail Schultz

Gail Schultz is a retired English teacher with a master’s degree in education from the University of Houston. Her love and dedication to children inspired her to write children’s books. She believes that reading should be fun as well as informative. We all need laughter and joy in our lives.

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Copyright 2013 Gail Schultz.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

ISBN: 978-1-4669-9013-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4669-9015-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4669-9014-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013907317

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Contents

Chapter One: The Tricycle

Chapter Two: The Lost Halloween

Chapter Three: Zack and the Alligator Attack

Chapter Four: Pollyanna and the Box Springs

Chapter Five: Burley Dean and the Baseball Bat

Chapter Six: Here We Go Again!

Chapter Seven: Oyster Shells

Chapter Eight: Chocolate-Chip Cookies

Chapter Nine: Paybacks

With love and admiration for Dwain, Paul,

Dene, Bill, Doug, and Linda.

In loving memory of Joyce and Maurice Barber.

It Wasn’t My Fault, Honest!

The Tricycle

I don’t know how all this blame started, but for some reason, every time one of my baby brothers got hurt, it was always my fault. The person who thinks that siblings are great must be out of their ever-loving mind. All I ever wanted was someone to play with and have fun with, but for some reason, my job description, according to my mom, was babysitter!

Having three younger brothers was a royal pain and a job I didn’t choose to tackle. No one asked me if I wanted to be my brothers’ keeper. My only desire was to go and play outside and have fun. Sure, I was the oldest of the second set of kids and a girl. So what? There were seven of us altogether, two girls and five boys. Mom said I marched to a different drummer because I was the middle child. What did that mean anyway?

We moved from Kansas to live in a little town along the southern coast of Texas. My aunt and grandmother lived there too. Mom said the winters were bad for me and I needed a warm climate to stay healthy. I guess that’s where all my bad luck started. So it’s my fault we had to leave our happy home in Kansas and hold up in a tiny two-bedroom duplex in Texas. That’s where it all began!

One day, Mom told me to take my brother Zack out to ride his tricycle and stay to watch him. Geez, I was only five! Thinking it would be better to let him ride in the garage instead of the alley behind the apartment was my first mistake. Who would have thought?