The best kind of battles

The best kind of battles never leave the couch. There is tickling, pinching, biting and scratching all around. There is struggling, panting, grunting and laughing for hours. Then, there is peace. No one is dead. No one is injured.

Of course, the battles must have sides, and what better way to pick them than by gender? There's the sly looks, the nervous laughs (cleverly hidden among laughs of tickling), and the "Oh, my!" "Oh, sorry." "It's okay."

Or maybe it's just me.

But I guess the point is that we can all be veterans of these miniature wars... we all have our points of view to tell.

In the killing wars, only the winners can tell you what happened.

What have we done? What have we really done?