On such days (including yesterday), the opposing armies had assumed their positions while I was in the shower. By the time I made my way down to the kitchen 10 minutes later, the force fields were beginning to break down.
"Stop looking at me!" screeched Cortlen.
"I'm not!" barked Camber in quick reply.
"I can SEE you looking at me through the crack between your boxes!"
"The only way you know I can see you is if you are looking at me!"
"I'm not looking at anyone!" piped Kellen, who smartly had his eyes squeezed shut behind his force field.
Breakfasts that begin like this usually end with all of the force fields being confiscated and one or more of the combatants being forcibly ejected from his/her chair and sent to the corner for saying or doing something unbecoming of a Jedi knight. These breakfasts, in turn, typically breed lunches that involve under-the-table warfare (chair kicking or deliberate leg touching) and verbal assaults that result in the immediate loss of lunch and afternoon snack privileges. Similarly, these sorts of lunches have the bad habit of producing dinners where all of the combatants are given exactly one chance to eat their food without making eye contact with any of the other table occupants. Not surprisingly, these dinners produce bedtimes which are, on average, one hour earlier than normal and are accompanied by warnings of "stay in your bed or there is going to be a big problem."