So, my son spies the last Klondike bar in the freezer and asks if he can have it; my daughter immediately cries, "I want it!" (Meanwhile, both have been pigging out on Easter candy and my daughters' b-day cake all day).
I say, "I'll cut it in half...do you want me to cut it straight or diagonal?"
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Damn...shouldn't have asked that...)
"Straight!"
"Diagonal!"
"His piece is bigger than mine!"
"No it's not, yours is bigger than mine!"
"Unh-uh, yours is bigger!"
"Yours is!....no yours is....no it isn't...yes it...BE QUIET AND EAT YOUR ICE CREAM!!!"
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"You're mean...you didn't have to yell at us"
And you wonder why some species eat their young....