Last One

Last piece.

Who gets the last piece? Why is it often such a fight? I know I shouldn’t do it, but often when it’s offered to me – that final piece of sushi, the last cookie on the plate… 

I take it. 

I mean, someone has to, why not me? I suppose that the “you snooze, you lose” mindset that drives these impulsive decisions is a bit childlike… But if it’s a tasty morsel, I do find it hard to resist. 

For these macarons, I really, really had to work at not having them both. 

It would have been nice, though, if my kids (who gleefully took one each) appreciated my sacrifice.