The Things fight over one of the kitchen chairs. We don't know why. It's identical to the other three. The only potential advantage is that it has the best viewing angle for the tv, but we don't allow tv at mealtime. Whatever the reason, they both want that chair. (Remember, these are the same children who have been known to squabble over bits of trash in the car.)
To reduce arguments, we assigned days for the chair. Thing 1 gets Monday, Wednesday, Friday; Thing 2 gets Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. Hubby gets Sunday.
So tonight was T1's turn, but T2 wasn't happy about it. "I never get to sit there!" she cried, inaccurately. Cruelly, we made her choose another chair anyway. She slumped in that chair, a look of anguish on her face, and exclaimed, "I'll never be happy again!"
Oh, I am so not looking forward to the teenage years with this crew.