About a week ago a challange was issued to our neighbors across the street. War, and I am not talking about a deck of cards. Boundries were set up, pylons set in the middle of the road. Weapons were readied. Victims were targeted. This was no simple game. The last war was not easily forgotton, but like all wars there was no clear winner from the last war. Each side thought they could win, but it was not winning but honor that was at stake. Bragging rights. Finally, the first volley was issued and chaos reigned. After a series of campaigns stealth spies were sent to cut off the supply line. Liberty was  threatened and reinforcements  were called. Yet like all wars there was no clear winner.

Before you get worried about what is happening on a small street in California, let me tell you about the combatents and who was attacking who. The weapons of choice are water, buckets, and a water hose. The teens (best friends) against the 11 year old best friends.  The reinforcements were the Moms of all the kids. As Moms we of course targeted the oldest girls with buckets of water as they tried to turn off the water hose of the opposing team. Of course this was not a dirty war, in fact by the end of the war every kid between the two houses were soaking wet. Sound confusing? Most wars are confusing. However, all the kids love water wars and look forward to when war is declared some other time in the distant future.