Yes, you read right. Sheets. As in bedsheets. More specifically, Tinkerbell bedsheets. Fairy dust and all.
I washed the sheets off the girl's beds this morning. Before bedtime, I asked Middle which sheets did she want me to put on her bed. She said, "Tinkerbell". Ok, no problem there. Oldest came in and I asked her which sheets she wanted, she also said "Tinkerbell". Ok, I told her, thinking that we had 2 sets (I normally buy 2 sets of everything so there is no fighting and they can't say "no fair!").
After I made Middle's bed, I went to the linen closet and discovered that we only have one set of Tinkerbell sheets. I remembered they were a gift from someone who wouldn't think of buying 2 sets to keep the peace between kids. I told Oldest to pick another set and then the hissy fit began.
I tried to rationalize with her: told her that she can have those sheets the next time.
I tried the firm hand route: sorry, but you'll just have to pick something else.
I tried threatening her with corner time.
I pointed at the crying baby in his swinger and told her to hurry and pick something because I needed to sit down and nurse him and if I walked out of the room, then she would have to sleep on a bare mattress.
"It's not fair! Middle always gets to use that sheet! "
I walked out.
She settled on a different set, but not before making a mess of the linen closet to pull it out.
Thus began my hissy fit.