"One piece of chocolate left and I'm going to get it first" called out dad. I could here him stomping to the kitchen and that was when I started running towards the kitchen. And that second my brother shoved me aside and carried on running. By the time I had got to the kitchen, my dad and brother were playing rock, paper, scissors. When they'd finished they started arguing who had won because my brother was saying that scissors could cut rock and my dad was saying that that wasn't true. Whilst they were arguing I jumped at the plate and ate the chocolate.