During another attempt to explain to M. why her latest irrational, delusional, crazy, nutcase, obsessive anxiety (that's been annoying everyone for months) over any situation where she perceives herself as being "the last one" is just plain silly, and while I was telling her it's okay to be the last one, and presenting her with a hypothetical situation of someone saying that whichever kid is the last one in line gets all the cookies (to which she insisted she still would NOT want to be "the last one"), I realized something that made me give up my efforts. Why give up? Well, because after all the convincing and role playing and maybe even hypnosis it will take to undo this particular fixation, there will surely come a day when some unsuspecting, well-intentioned, playful soul will stage a race among the children and yell:
"Last one is a rotten egg!"
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