And I do mean little. Like there was one time when my daughter was about 3 or 4 and we were at a little coffee shop. There was a table with a hard wooden chair and a big puffy soft chair. My daughter immediately took the big soft chair, leaving me the hard one. No big deal, she was super happy with it.

Or how I just noticed the other day that when I bring home a fried chicken dinner the kids and wife all take the dark meat, leaving me the white meat. I eat it without complaining because the family is happy. Or with a rotisserie chicken, there's these two little pieces underneath called the oyster. It's regarded as the best bit of the entire chicken, and I'll routinely give these to the kids.