Snack Attack

The kids asked for a snack. They wanted Apple Jacks. Dinner's not going to be ready for a while. While I was working, Angie took them and the dog for a walk, so they are legitimately hungry. They are not on the brink of starvation, though they adamantly claim this to be fact.

So I got the cereal and milk and then put two bowls on the counter. One bowl had a picture of Spider-Man at the bottom, the other The Cat in the Hat. Both reached for the Spider-Man bowl, and in a photo-finish, both grabbed it "first." In the absence of a video replay, I had to make a judgment call. I needed to resolve an unwinnable argument, and neither side would ever dream of conceding.

Would it be worth it to reason with them? To make them understand that the Apple Jacks and milk would completely hide the picture at the bottom of the bowl, the image of Spider-Man that gave this whole battle its reverence?

Hell no. I took those bowls, put them in the cupboard, and got our two plain black salad bowls. Argument over. No one gets the Spider-Man bowl.

Kids, -2. Dad, 1.

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