Paper Always Wins

Eri texted me after she left for school. Actually it was just before 4 p.m. She was probably just arriving at her class.

She got a message from Kenzo's kindergarten teacher while she was driving. When she called back they said his teacher had stepped out. Eri texted me to see if Kenzo had said anything.

He hadn't. But I asked. Carefully.

"Hey Kenzo. So you told me about the fun stuff you did today."

I was on my laptop working at the dining table again. Kenzo was in the living room making snowman coloring sheets for his friends.

"Did anything not fun happen today?" I am a master of leading questions.

He replied with, "No. Only fun things today." Then a pause. Then, "Oh, one thing was not fun."

I was on the edge of my seat.

He proceeded to tell me very calmly that his classmate Rikuto always wins rock paper scissors and it's not fun. So Kenzo told me, "I cried a little bit."

I texted Eri back with my intel. She texted back that she was worried and really wanted to talk with Kenzo's teacher.

When Eri got home she told me she finally had a chance to talk on the phone with his teacher. It was indeed the rock paper scissors thing. Kenzo didn't cry a little, though. Apparently he cried a lot.

He always does paper. I called him out one time recently about it. He told me paper always wins. Then on the next round I beat him with scissors. He claimed I cheated because I knew he was going to do paper.

I know full well the clock is ticking on how much longer I get to enjoy these interactions.

The other day we were finishing up dinner and I did what I do which is put on some music. I was in the mood for Abbey Road. In particular, the medley at the end. So I clicked ahead to "You Never Give Me Your Money".

Right around "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window" Kenzo goes, "Is this The Beatles?"

I answered, "Indeed it is The Beatles," and added, "You are a good boy who asks great questions."

He told me he knew because it sounds like The Beatles.

Osamu can already do a similar thing with Bob Dylan. He was in the back seat of the car the other day and I had my music on shuffle and "Brownsville Girl" comes on and he asks, "Hey papa, this Bob Dylan?"

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