I drove out to the Jolly Times campground last night to bring some suppiles to my daughter, who was happily recreating with our neighbors.
When I arrived, the three little sugar -n- spice girly girls were stomping off with furrowed brow and eminent tear.
"Whats going on?"
"My mom is making us go have a talk."
I nodded and headed for the adult circle to get the scoop.
"The power of three, you know. Two team up and leave the third left out. It's been going on all afternoon. I told them to go work it out."
When I later joined the girly girls pow wow on the playset, I asked if they had managed to sort out their differences.
In unified solidarity, they procalaimed "It's all Mom's fault!"