My parents were obsessive about how much of any treat we were allowed to have. Since we were only allowed one chocolate, we would team up with a sibling, each get one, and slice them in half (or thirds or quarters) and divy them up. That way we knew what was in them too.

<font color=purple>"The real problem of mental life is not why some people become insane, but rather why most avoid insanity." -Erich Fromm</font color=purple>