Green with envy

Oh how our girls like green. E had a green cast on her arm for four weeks ("Mommy, why do most girls prefer a pink or purple cast?"). The worst thing about green, though, is that they fight over the green Ikea dishes that we have. In theory, we have enough plates, bowls, and cups in green for each child. In reality, at any given time at least one of each is lost in the backyard or under a bed or somewhere.

So imagine our collective horror one night when the girls were fighting over who would get the green plate for dinner, and Marmot Dad came rushing into the kitchen with a pair of scissors (green handled-how ironic) and CUT the plate in pieces and threw it away. Oh the weeping! Oh the wailing! From E: "Was that our only green plate? I think it was our only one! And now we don't have one at all!" (we have two more) From M: "DADDY! You WASTED! A grownup NEVER wastes!" From both: [tears] From M: "I never thought a grownup would WASTE a plate!"

The result: less fighting over who gets what color.

Apparently Marmot Dad was planning on being like Solomon of old and cutting the beloved plate in half to see who loved it more, or some such silliness. Fortunately, it just shattered. He admits that once he had scissors and plate in hand he began to worry that the scissors wouldn't work and he'd be helplessly hacking at the plate and end up looking more than a little silly. I kind of giggle now when I imagine how THAT would have gone over.