A set-to outside my livingroom window. Sam, age 5, apparently in the midst of a run-in with Christophe, possibly age 8.
Quoth Christophe: "You want a piece of me, Sam? Bring it on."
This nearly kills me dead.
It's followed by a good deal of posturing in which various neighborhood citizens attempt to assert dominance by proxy.
Quoth Casey, age 5: "Oh, yeah? Well, I have a friend and his brother is TWELVE!"
Touche.
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