Rock, Paper, Scissors

A few days ago E and A got into a squabble about something so silly only a mother could love them both through it and still remain sane. I sat on the porch with their grandmother, enjoying the sun and her company. I had no absolutely intention of returning to the living room to settle lego wars part 1. I suggested the time honored tradition of rock, paper, scissors. E slammed the front door in a huff and went to do whatever it is warring children do when their mothers refuse to intervene. Moments later she was back at the screen door, "moooooooom... A says she has scissors that can cut a rock!" Surely the world must revolve around the wisdom of a 4 year old with a vivid imagination and a genuine lack of affinity for the truth. "No she doesn't..." I explained yet again, "Rock smashes scissors. Paper covers rock. Scissors cut paper. Now go." Quiet reigned for a mere 2 minutes until E emerged and slammed the screen door behind her. In her hands were a sheet of white paper and my good yellow handled kitchen scissors. She had a look of determination about her and she made a beeline for the nearest rock of any heft. "Oh child... what are you up to?" Sheepishly she considered me from beneath dark and fringy lashes. "I wanna test the physics of rock, paper, scissors and prove to A that she's wrong." Nothing like sibling rivalry between two budding geniuses.