When my daughter first started taking ballet classes at 3yrs old, her teacher would do this thing at the end of class where each child could pick a wand, sparkly necklace, fairy wings, or some other kind of super-girly item out of a treasure chest. Then the child could wear that item for the last few minutes during free dance.
The girls LOVED it.
Except when someone took the item that they wanted.
Hell hath no fury like 3yr old girls fighting over a tiara.
The teacher, in her infinite patience, would simply say "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!
After a couple months the girls knew the rule and when the treasure chest would come out, they would quietly line up to pick their items.
Oh you could tell when a little girl didn't get the fairy wings that she had her eyes on, it was hard to miss the disappointed face and audible sigh as she took her supplementary magic wand and trudged back to her spot on the floor, but she knew the rules so she never complained.
Then the music would start and soon she would be leaping across the room; happy that she had a wand that could make everyone fly, instead of the fairy wings that would have only been able to make her fly.
For 3yr old girls they adapted quite well.
My life, it's been weird. It is literally what Lifetime Channel TV movies are made out of. The stuff that happens to me, it's just not stuff you hear about everyday. It's my own life, and yet it never ceases to amaze me.