Rock Paper Scissors Crap...

I am a competitive person to a fault. When I was in college, my roommate and I could make a competition out of anything. I distinctly remember trying to knock cans off of the kitchen counter with a hockey stick and puck from across the room. Who does that?!

So when it comes to putting Braeden to bed, the perfect storm comes together. Someone's got to do it and it's not always pleasant. If he's ready for bed it's great. Just read him two books, maybe sing a song or two and he's ready to sleep. But if he's not ready he'll let you have it. So the logical thing to do would be to pass off every other night. I'll put him to bed on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and Heather takes Tuesday and Thursday right? But noooo. Mr. Competition has to come out. So each night when it's time for bed Heather and I look at each other and out of instinct, out of sheer stupidity, my fist comes up in the universal "wanna Rock,Paper,Scissors for it?" sign. And each night, she out maneuvers me and wins. I don't know how it's statistically possible to loose 16 straight R-P-S challenges, but I've done it.

No hard feelings though. I would totally destroy her in Kitchen Hockey...



- Rob, Heather and Braeden Carlton