Heptadecagon

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 .)