I was down at Woollies the other night grabbing the biggest bag of Mozarella cheese I could find (for the biggest Mozarella eating boyfriend I know), when I happened to take a short cut down the aisle that hosts all things feminine.
I wandered past a pair of ladies chatting happily away at the top of the aisle, meandering past cosmetics and cheap cotton underwear, until I came across two cute little boys - aged about 3 or 4 - sitting on the floor.
From the sounds of them, they were having a blast. The instantly internationally recognisable sounds of pretend gunfire and bombs, and yells of 'incoming' and 'charge', indicated that they were playing soldiers... very cute.
It wasn't until I actually stopped to look in on their game that I realised what their weapons of choice were...
They'd torn open about 3 boxes of tampons (ensuring they each had a different colour in order to define ranks and sides) and were having a great old time bombing, blowing up, shooting and maiming the opposing tampons.
I wanted to hang around to see what happened when their mothers noticed their game but was short on time, so I trotted off laughing to myself.
I wondered on the way home who had actually won the 'Great CareFree Battle of 2009 on the Woollies Plains'... and whether two small boys got their asses whooped when they got home.
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