Just now I got home from school and walked into the family room to find the furniture askew and No. 6 gleefully cheering what appeared to be some sort of organized fighting match between Nos. 4 and 5.
"They're fighting!" cried the delighted herald.
[Thanks, Uncle Pete and others (who will remain unnamed) who may have suggested that boxing is healthy and UFC fighting is desirable entertainment.]
My mom, who walked in at about the same time, was not pleased, and banned all such fighting matches henceforth.
Nos. 4 and 5, with remarkable rhetorical strategy, took up an appeal to one of the stronger core values of our mother -- the academic -- and said, "We were fighting because we need more physical education."
They were, however, not rewarded for their rhetorical sensitivity, and the ban remained unrevoked.
About three minutes later I walked into the kitchen and found No. 6 making her own lobbying effort:
"But the girls need fezzication, Mommy. It's fezzication. Everyone needs fezzication energy!"
Indeed.
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Just to clarify, we were not having some sort of organized fighting match. We were just PRETENDING to fight because we thought it would be funny when Mommy walked in. Unfortunately, she was unavoidably detained and you walked in instead. And if I hadn't had such a wonderful rhetoric teacher, I probably wouldn't have come up with such a weird excuse. And by the way, it had absolutely NOTHING to do with UFC fights.
LOL
Are you sure about that last part?
Pretty sure :-p
Am I the only one who was disappointed that there was no mention of giants, people in masks (they're terribly comfortable), or fighting gangs for charity work anywhere in this post?
Never crossed my mind.
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