Rock, Paper, Scissors...

At the breakfast table this morning: 

Melina: Mom, if a man and a woman get divorced, and they have one child, who gets the child?
Me: It depends...
Melina: They do rock, paper, scissors, shoot, don't they?

(Sorry for two posts about light-hearted conversations, but after writing Unfinished, I needed a mental break. Plus, I'm gonna miss having this child around all day. Moving on to possibly heavier -- and more literary -- fare tomorrow. Maybe.)