Two of the kids were fighting over a doll.
After listening to their bickering for a minute or so, YZG felt that the time had come to inject a bit of levity into the proceedings.
“I have an idea. Why don’t we divide the doll in two, and you’ll each get half,” he joked.
But the young combatants took him seriously.
“Noooo!” the older one immediately blurted out in tones of horror.
The younger one, in contrast, took a more pragmatic approach and said matter-of-factly, “Okay. But I want the part with the head. That’s the bigger half…”
I’m sure that I don’t have to tell you which child is the doll’s actual owner, do I?