You have heard or said this before. My brother is eight years younger than I. My mother worked, and my father avoided fatherhood. In many ways I was the the surrogate for both of them.
Lonney was as stubborn as any younger sibling. He had no desire to obey an older sister. On the occasion in question, mom had said to stay home and in the house. She did not say why.
Lonney wanted to go outside. He was eight, and I was sixteen. He asked me why so many times I came up with ---" I hope you grow up to have a son just like you!"
He did, and I got to help raise Bob too. Guess it served me right.