Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock

(My husband and I can’t decide whether to try for a second child this month, and we end up agreeing to use ‘rock, paper, scissors’ as the deciding factor. We’re both on the fence about it.)

Husband: “Okay. If I win, it’s a no. If you win, we’ll go for it.”

Me: “Sounds good to me! We’ll go one, two, three, then shoot.”

(The game ensues.)

Husband: “Rock!”

Me: “Spock! Spock vaporizes rock! I win!”

Husband: “Live long and procreate?”