Fighting

In the car yesterday, the following backseat conversation occurred:

e: mine, mine, mine, mine
g: what?
e: mine, mine... now it's your turn to say mine
g: okay... mine
e: mine
g: mine
e: mine
g: mine

at this point they are getting louder and louder...

e: mine!
g: Wait. What are we fighting about?
e: I don't know... but it's fun.
g: Okay. Mine.
e: mine.
g: Mine.

again, the escalating volume...

e: mine.
g: mine.

this continues for many more repetitions than I want to write here...

g: this isn't fun anymore.
e: no, it's not.
g: let's stop fighting.
e: okay. Mom, will you turn on the CD music?

If only all fights resolved themselves like this!!!!