if he hollers, let him go

Simeon, who used to be the MASTER of decision making (my mom once commented that he was happiest when choosing things) has resorted to a whole lot of eeny meeny miney mo lately for anything from picking which triangle of pb&j to eat next, to which person should go first in the card game, to which pair of pajamas he should wear. Truthfully, it's a nice break from what had become the norm, which was for him to tell me to pick, and then decide he doesn't like my choice. Now if I could only remember the words to "one potato, two potato, three potato, four" he might be able to choose among more than two things!