The Saga Continues....

Officers Log---Date---12/21/05

The combatants were restless. Every approach to make them more sedate was rebuffed. Every suggestion, spat upon. Every activity, turned them even more desperate to gain control over the confinement camp.

It all began in the wee small hours of the morning. The male 6 year old combatant was in very oppositional mood. I knew it would be a difficult day then and there. My only hope was that the two female combatants, would not notice the change in their male counterpoint. It was a futile hope. They noticed. They smelled the aroma of challenge in the air.

There were far too many battles to list. Suffice it to say, I think they won. It is hard for this soldier to admit defeat, but I had to concede, or all hope would have been lost. My only comfort, was the knowledge, that in the next sunrise, I would once again be the triumphant leader of earlier days. I would gain my bearings in my off hours, and screw up my strength to defeat the sneaky insidious nature of the combatants. I would be victorious. However for the night, I would drown my sorrows of the days defeat in a stiff drink, and a good nights rest.

Never under estimate the power that a gaggle of 6 and 7 year old children combatants have. They wield their power with the strength of ten men. They can seek out the weak link and exploit it to the fullest. They are the masters of deception, and treachery. They use crayons like samurai swords of death. They use their puppy dog eyes as a weapon of mass destruction. They use their cuteness as a sort of psychological warfare. They are very sneaky, and smart.

I will overcome this setback. I will be victorious. I will......I gotta run, another battle has begun. Time to be strong. Time to be ruthless. Time to .......................What the, hey, get off of me. Where did you get the rope? What are you doing? Hey that is my computer. Put that back. Help, help. Someone, anyone, call in reinforcements. Call in a negotiator. Help.........

Right. The "commander" had to go. She will be tied up for a while. He he he he. The combatants are going to rule the containment camp, we've already started. Now it's time for chocolate and chips.
Viva La Combatants.
Spenser "the muscle" Perry

(No real commanders, or combatants were hurt in the making of this log. Although the commanders sanity and pride are seriously in question!)