The other night my children were fighting over the same toy. This has been a frequent occurrence in our house lately. So many toys, and they always want them same one. Go figure ( In my best Aunt Linda voice)! So tonight I tried a new tactic. I made them roshambo. That's how a mom gets things done! So we quickly taught Jace, who to our surprise won. At first Jaren was really excited by the idea. After he lost, not so much. He left the room, and when he came back he had on his tennis shoes. Mind you its almost 8 o'clock at night. Conversation went as followed.
JAREN: "I'm leaving! I don't like it here anymore."
ME: So many scenarios ran through my mind at once, but this was the best I came up with. "Where are you going?"
JAREN: "To Coreens."
Me: "It's dark, and cold outside. Plus you don't know the way. Maybe you should wait until the morning."
Jaren: "You could show me."
Me: Well I didn't really have to say anything here. I just gave him my Mom look. (yah, I have that super power too.)
Jaren: Left the room with a defeated look.
I think kids forget all to easy. Because around 8:30 he came to kiss me goodnight before Richard put the kids to bed. Or maybe? (light bulb going off) I can talk some sense into my kids after all. "Yah, your right. Probably the first one."
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So I had no idea what you were talking about. Then I googled "roshambo". The first definition I got was "rock paper scissors". So then I started wondering if you used that version, or the other version described below:
Roshambo (groin attack)
See also: Groin attack
This form of roshambo, which can be played by members of either sex, involves two players taking turns kicking each other's genitals. The first player to fall down in pain loses. This game is not only a form of mortification of the flesh, but as a manifestation of the groin attack, is potentially deadly.[1]
Um, I really hope it's the first one.
I was talking to someone last night, and they didn't know what roshambo was either.
So just to clarify I added a picture. They were playing rock, paper, scissors.
That was hilarious Megan - tears came to my eyes - I need to look more things up in the dictionary rather than just assume I know what a word means - life would be that much more fun!
My dad packed my bags and stuck me on the front porch. I think he was tired of the threats, plus I think that explains ALOT about why I am who I am.
He finally gave in to my crying asking for a sandwhich before I left. That ALSO explains alot.
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