Brat and Mama are battling each other. He is the hero and Mama naturally is the evil forces (probably of nutrition and hygiene!). They scream ‘en garde’, they pant, they lunge, they parry, they thrust, they collapse. They roll over, get up and strike a pose again.
The Bean watches, wide-eyed. Wanting to join in. But it’s really hard for three people to fence you know, so the Brat tells her to wait her turn. ‘Wait Beanie. We only have two swords and I want to fight with Mama.’
Bean chews upon this bit of info for a couple of minutes and then replies, ‘Thissi not a sword. Thissisa bat!’
Err…. yes. Thank you for bursting our little battlefield bubble.
The Brat and I sadly looked down at our plastic bats and lost the will to fight.