‘The soldier told you to stop being mean to me,” my daughter said.

“What? I wasn’t mean to you. When was that?”

“You told me, so much for solidarity and he said, don’t be mean.”

“Oh, that. Well I don’t think that was mean. I was just stating facts. We were fighting, see.”

“I know.”

‘Right. So he tries to give me some chocolate. Here, P. Have some chocolate. He was pandering,” I said with a smirk.

“You said no.”

“Yeah, cause I was pissed. I’m not taking any chocolate from him! But then he asks you. How about you? You want some chocolate? And you say, sure! Sure do!” I laughed. “And right then, that’s the end of my defense. It just dissolved right from under me because my daughter is chomping away on a Dove bar from the enemy.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. So no solidarity. I used that word because you asked me about it the day before. But anyway, I thought it was funny not mean. Here I am going to hold the fort against him and my daughter? Forget about it! She’s havin’ herself a candy bar.”