Who wants to play Ro-Sham-Bo?

" Let's play Ro-Sham-Bo Nanny," my cousin Riley declared, sitting down in front of me with her legs crossed and putting her hand out flat. "Don't play it with her, " my brother Rusty said, "she cheats." I looked at Riley with a suspicious eye. "Is that true? Are you a cheater?" Riley thought about it for a second and then replied, "Yes... I am."

"I've never heard of this game before, is it like rock paper scissors?" I asked the 3 year old sitting in front of me. "What you do," she said "is you take your hands and you shake them up and you say Ro-Sham-Bo, and whoevers hand looks like this (she made her fist look a little like a firecracker going off) is the one who wins." "Let's play" I said.

"Ro-Sham-Bo" we both chanted. She made the sign for 3, something she has just learned because her third birthday was last week. I made the sign for paper. "I win" she declared. "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm 3!"

"Ro-Sham-Bo" we chant. She made the sign for 1 and I made the sign for scissors. "I win" she says. "No, I win." I say, pretending to cut off her finger with my scissor fingers. She looks at me stunned. Then she laughs like a mad woman and replies, "That is winning, Nanny."

"Ro-Sham-Bo". I put in my fist for rock, she sticks in her foot. "I win" she declares. I bite her foot and the game dissolves into a tickle fight. Rusty walks in to find the two champions of Ro-Sham-Bo. He has refused to play the game with the 3 year old anymore because "it just doesn't make any sense, and you can only win because you cheat at it too." So be it.