I made egg sandwiches for the children this morning and as I was emptying the fridge to add cheese to their sandwiches, I picked up a slice of white cheese from an older package of cheese - the last one - and then had to open a new package of cheese for the next slice, which happened to be orange.

This became a subject of much dismay during the eating of said sandwiches BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DID.

Caterpillar whining:  "Heeeeey!  Why do I get WHITE cheese and you gave sister ORANGE cheese?"

Me:  "Because I love you the whitest.  And I love her the orangest."

Dormouse:  "That sounds pretty racist, Mom."