Originally Posted by
Retro Grouch
When I was a kid growing up, my mother would make my big sister and me share one candy bar. My sister, since she was older, got to cut the candy bar in half. I got to pick first. How I agonized over that decision. It didn't occur to me until much later that, if it was that hard to tell which "half" was bigger, it wasn't different enough to matter.
Ha. similar story in a way.. in our house, it was kids splitting the last ear of corn with dad.. His system however was that kids got to break it in half, but he got to pick which half.