My older brother Frank was usually the instigator of our most outrageous, yet most memorable occurrences of bedtime mischief and mayhem. So when he decided to have a snowball fight in our bedroom, we were all in! What's going on up there, my father's voice bellowed from the room below? This should have been enough to have stopped us dead in our tracks, yet snowballs filled the air inside our bedroom as the battle only grew more intense. Did we get caught? Oh yes, we did.