Fight club
So, we all know the rules. But if you happened to be an innocent bystander, whose property Fight Club was happening on, could you write about it? Asking for a friend... The kids asked for pancakes, so I whipped up a batter and baked them a batch for supper. They ate, and headed off to play. I went to bring the rest of the pancakes to Hubby, who was just outside tiling. And that's when I stumbled upon the dark underbelly of my home. Two small figures were standing in the yard, their tops off, mid-battle. To protect the identities of these characters, let's call them Fighter 3 and Fighter 6. The numbers may or may not indicate a skill level, or perhaps age. They were facing each other, taking turns in slapping each other on the bare belly. "Be careful you don't hurt each other for real." I said in passing. "Well, we are playing a fighting game..." said Fighter 6, clearly indicating my input was not appreciated. Fighter 3 was preparing for his next combo...