Things began to escalate!

After a while, it became apparent that it was all out war between the two sides of the parade grounds. Expert "globo" throwers were identified in the opposing stands by thier t-shirt color and "hit-children" were enlisted by Maggie to get in close, targeting the worst offenders. Ettiqute began to loosen and there was no longer cease-fire when dancers came through. Some lost patience with mere water balloons and entire buckets of water were thrown into the crowd. I kept waiting for the supply of globos to slacken, but this is Bolivia, and as long as someone can make .25 cents on 10 filled water balloons there would be no lack. Entire families squatted and filled balloons as fast as they could for hours behind the stands, raking in the dough, 2 bolivianos at a time.
I witnessed a toddler hanging around her families globo filling bucket. She was cranky and went up whining to her mom. Mom scolded her and pushed her away, but after a second attempt, the toddler was rewarded with a boob pulled out of busy working mom's shirt, while Mom continued cranking out the globos, which might mean food besides breast milk the next day. There have been many books written lately about how to juggle work and motherhood in the US, but I doubt this woman has read them.