Last weekend, Megan had other plans and I had to go alone. Why not take Rachel, my niece, I thought. Well, I was in a fix; I don't know how to go about this one. Lizzie is an orphaned kid living in less privileged circumstances while Rachel is in another plane. As I drove with Rachel on my side, I thought of starting a conversation, but never managed the correct opening. It's never easy being the Big Boy sometimes. The point is, I couldn't just explain to her that she has to be nice to Lizzie and never comment about her lifestyle or lack of things...stuff and all that. We were already there and once I stepped on the grass, I heard the shriek first, yes, that's a signal. The roller-coaster named Lizzie was on her skates and we were the target. She did meet us, but we could converse only lying down. Yes. She knocked the wind out of us, tripping us down. The naughty one! I look around for Rachel who was right now in a fetus position and before I could calm her and introduce them, they were already in shaking hands....err.. rather wrestling terms. They were rolling around trading punches. Ouch! Tiny fists do hurt. They were screaming as the fight has come to a stalemate both holding each other in a lock so none could move.

Disaster!

I stuttered to my feet, went around and put some distance between them.

They stared at each other and then Rachel went, "that's an ugly one."

I followed her eyes to the wound inflicted by Rachel on Lizzie's arm. She immediately took Lizzie aside and led her to the running water by the corner. The fighter has gone caretaker in an instant and a few minutes later I could see them rolling on the grass again, but giggling this time.