Just spent an hour with my little brother who I hardly see anymore but love so much that I've changed the definition of soul mate to describe how I couldn't imagine life without him.
One time he bit a lightbulb. He just picked it up from my shelf, because I was lazy and after changing it, had let it sit and get dusty, and he put it in his mouth and bit into it like an apple. Of course he immediately started crying and blood was abundant and I was terrified and dumbfounded. He still can't remember why he ever did it.