"Like rock trumps scissors." He said.
"Yeah."
"And flaming space cow beats both scissors and rock." *pause" "What beats a flaming space cow?"
"A collection of Game Masters?"
"Yeah."
"What trumps them?"
"Food." He said.
"What if one is lactose intolerant?"
"I'd say that really trumps them then."
"Ok. What trumps food?"
"Sex." He is decisive.
"True but children, 'Daddy's little cockblockers' trump sex."
"What trumps children?"
"Kittens?"
"Nah. They trump everything."
"Baby animals?"
"Yes. Baby animals. What trumps them?"
"A wood chipper." This time, I was decisive.
"That's why I love you. Oh, and a rock trumps the wood chipper."
"We've come full circle."
"Yeah."
"Good night, love."
"Night night, darling."*
*Yes, we really do have conversations like this. This was last night's.
