The newborn brother bought a bunch of rubber toys. I also wanted to play them. I’m 8 years old, I sit, I play, and here one of the toys breaks down. I was afraid to be punished for ruining it. I try to get it – no. I had to bite a hole to get it. I look at the spoiled toy and think “punish” you need to bite everything, like mice. So my mom still (I am 32) remembers these toys and thinks it's me jealousy ruined everything