The fog slowly lifted over the battle field. The two survivors, on opposite sides starred at each other. Who was going to blink first? Sweat trickling down the faces of the battle wary. This was the pivotal moment in the battle. It was in this moment the future would be decided. Our eyes were locked looking for a weakness, waiting for any sign of weakness. It was now that I took the initiative, lunged forward and thrust the bottle in her mouth.
Round three last night of operation" replace booby for bottle". I think I came out ahead but only just. Round one went to Isa, Who totally refused and screamed for Mummy. Round two was draw. I got 1oz down her until she screamed for Mummy. Although Mummy was not allowed to come until she had calmed down. So I am claiming round three as mine but we all know tonight the fight starts again.
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