Winner Takes All

Apple oatmeal bars. There is only one on the shelf. Two of us reach for the last box. It is a brutal struggle. She lands on the floor. But she is still holding the box. You do not even like those oatmeal bars, My husband reminds me. I know, but now it is the principal of the thing. It is winner take all. I am in for the win. We are reaching for each other’s hair. She gets the first grab. Ouch! Stay out of this, I warn him. This is a sister’s thing. It’s on!