When my daughter, now 24, was only 4 years old, this happened. We were eating at a McDonald’s. I had one cheeseburger left. I asked her if she wanted to split it with me. She seemed miffed that she wasn’t getting the whole thing. I pulled out my knife, and cut the cheeseburger into two pieces. Then, to make her feel a little better, I announced, “I will give you the bigger half.” To which she replied, without hesitation or taking time to think about it,

“There is no such thing as a bigger half dad…”