Clara: Okay Lydia, now I am going to be jealous of something you have and we will argue.  Alright?
Lydia: No!  I wanted to be jealous!
Clara: Well too bad, because I called it first.
Lydia: *crying* Nooo!  I want to be jealous!  I want to be jealous!
Me: Girls!  Stop fighting.  Both of you can be jealous.

The girls cheer and charge up the stairs hand in hand.  A man in a suit knocks on the door with my Father of The Year Award.