Rocks, Paper and Scissors

Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 20, 2010

Last weekend, I was driving my mini-van back home from DC after the Cherry Blossom Festival. My parents, my mother-in-law, PJ, and Mia were in the car with me.  I expected Mia to fall asleep quickly. Instead, we got the super-talkative Mia. At some point along the trip, she wanted to play Rock/Paper/Scissors with someone in the back seat. Well, there were no takers. So, I thought I would be clever and see if she would play with me, “Mia, I’ll play with you, just think about what you choose and then we’ll tell each other and see who wins.” So, she agreed and we played.

BOTH: Rock, Paper, Scissors…. SHOOT!

Daddy: Mia, what are you?

Mia: Rock

Daddy: I’m paper. Ready, Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT! What are you?

Mia: Scissors

Daddy: Oh, I’m a rock! I win again.

Well, this went on for a good while until someone convinced her to ask me what I was first.

BOTH: Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT!

Daddy: Mia, what are you?

Mia:  No, what are you?

<back and forth until finally…>

Daddy: I’m paper.

Mia: Me too!

Laughter ensues throughout the car.

Daddy: Okay, let’s do it again! Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT!

<same conversation as to who says first>

Daddy: I’m rock.

Mia: I’m scissors.

So, no matter which way it went, I don’t think that I ever lost! Fast forward 1 week….. PJ and I are sitting on the couch waiting for the others so that we could watch a movie.

Daddy: Let’s play rock/paper/scissors. But, I don’t want to use my hands, we’ll just tell each other what we are.

PJ: Okay! Rock, Paper, Scissors… SHOOT! I’m paper!

I am a horrible father!