William came blazing in the door going 100 miles an hour. Shoes, jacket, book bag dumped by the door.
He hits the bathroom first, calling Amelia as he washes his hands. They really are best friends. They miss each other all day, especially Mondays.
William: Amelia! Let me show you a new game I made up! (Snort! It is a big advantage to have a sister who believes EVERYTHING you say.). It is called paper, rock....
Daddy: scissors?
William (surprised face) how did you know?
Daddy: oh, just a guess
William: (attempts to halfway explain game to Amelia). Ok! Let's play! Hold your hands out... Say "paper, rock, scissors"
Amelia: ok!
William: hey! What did you make with your hands?
Amelia: guns. I made guns. I can shoot your scissors.*
William: A- M E L I A**
Amelia: (grins). What?
William: you cannot have guns. It is paper, rock, scissors!
Amelia: okay
--attempting another round results in abandoning the game as neither understands well enough to continue--
John attempts a instruction session
Neither is interested enough to keep it going and the game is abandoned.
*I debated getting all up in arms about the gun reference and worrying about markers for future violence, etc and the social norms that allow her to have knowledge of guns, etc. instead, I decided to be entertained by the creativity of my 3 year trying to out maneuver her brother. And succeeding in my opinion.
**when William is upset or frustrated with Amelia, he spells out her name. Kind of like using her full name, William style. It cracks me up.
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