And the game commenced. After seven hands of rocks all around, Lij, sensing a pattern, decided to mix things up. Wham! Paper. Dylan’s rock was covered. And Lij smelled blood in the water. Wham! Another paper. Again, Dylan’s rock got smothered. And it was over. Just like that. Best two out of three.
Lij settled into the coveted seat, a cat-with-canary-feathers-type smile on his face. Dyl stormed upstairs in a rage that only one who loses at rock, paper, scissors by playing nine straight hands of “rock” can feel. There was yelling. There was stomping. There was throwing of things down the stairs. And then there was silence.
Dyl reappeared at the dinner table requesting a piece of paper. If it had been Lij, I would have assumed he intended to vent his feelings in writing. (Many a powerful hate missive has been penned by my eldest.) But Dyl is pre-writing – at least pre-hate-mail-writing –so I was clueless to his intentions. We all watched in fascination as he took his paper and walked out into the backyard. When he came back inside several minutes later, his paper was in three ragged pieces.
“Look what happened to my paper,” he said smugly.
Wow. Looks like you ripped it. “Uh, yeah,” we replied.
He shook his head impatiently. We clearly weren’t getting it.
“No,” he persisted. “Look at what the rock did to the paper.”
Touché, my little warrior. Touché.
3 comments:
We play many rounds of rock paper scissors at our house and I had to laugh and comiserate :) We do have set seats at the dinner table to avoid said problems (but we do not however have such a coveted chair- that must be your down fall!) Glad you and your family are doing well :)
You know he's right. Rock clearly wins over scissors and paper!His head might not be as big as Dora's, but he knows how to use it! Mamasmama
Laughing full-on out loud! This was a great story!
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