If you're a parent of more than one child, or, if you have a sibling close in age, you may know what a twit contest is all about. It starts out as fun and games; some laughing, some teasing, laughing/half-crying, more teasing, pushing, wrestling, throwing, laughing, mom telling children to stop. More teasing, more chasing, mom announces, "Take it outside and don't you come crying to me when you get hurt!" There's more silliness then...BOOM! It happens! Someone gets hurt. There are tears, blood, bruises, and bumps. Someone yells, "I'm Sorry!", while following the victim who goes wailing to Mom, expecting comfort and understanding. Mom asks, "Are you happy, now?"
(David, 25 years ago after being hit in the eye with a dirt clod during a twit contest with his brother.)
It doesn't change. Twit Contests are the same throughout the ages!
Poor Mr. Cy! He is NOT happy now! Can you guess by the goose egg on his forehead, who DIDN'T win the twit contest?
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