It all started with a little plastic box of Tic Tacs. What harm could come from that?
I'll tell you. My daughter became the back seat Tic Tac Tyrant. She felt the power of the red and yellow tic tacs. I often heard crying and begging because my son was unable to get any red tic tacs. It was Tic Tac mayhem.
And then, one day, it happened. A Tic Tac Coup d'état. My son took that little plastic box while his big sister was at school and felt a little tinge of the power it induced.
From that point on, it was all out Tic Tac war. There was yelling, hitting, tantrums, but I must say; minty fresh breath all along. Finally we came to the Great Tic Tac Treaty. A compromise was reached and now I must buy two boxes of tic tacs from now on. Stupid me to believe my kids could share something.