Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Rock, Paper, Scissors

I betcha didn't think you'd be reading about poop today.  My husband and I had our first rock, paper, scissors battle to determine who would change our sons diaper this evening.  It's no mystery when our son will have a less than pleasant situation happening in his pants, and tonight was no different. 
"Ew, I don't wanna" was all I said. 
"You don't wanna what?" replied my husband.
I said "Your son stinks".
He said "Ugh, why do I have to?"
As I was going to get up to take care of it, he says "I'll rock, paper, scissors you for it"
My husband never loses.  Well except at Scrabble, and it makes him furious.  He is a little smug about it at times but I'm okay with it.  I swear he finds a way to cheat, but I'll probably never be able to figure out what it is.  With that said, he gave me scissors to my rock, and a rock to my scissors, and I was out of the game. 
Tonight I lucked out and the diaper change was pretty mild, but I guess I should consider who I'm up against next time, and maybe we should play Scrabble for it....Just in case.


  1. ha! That's a fun way to battle! I always win at scrabble..that is the only game I can consistently beet my husband in..rock, paper etc..about 50/50!
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