One of my mother’s favorite sayings, right behind "smell the privet", was "nobody ever said life was fair."
Though I have been known to point out beautiful things to a carload of children with great regularity, I never adopted the "Nobody ever said life was fair" response to complaints about the inherent injustice of, say, my choice of who gets to take out the garbage today.
Perhaps that is why my children have each developed and maintained a very keenly calibrated sense of fairness.
For example, I was on the phone with Oldest yesterday when surprised me with the happy news that he has gotten a job! He will be DJing at a local bar on Thursday nights with a friend. He was telling me about the whole exciting endeavor when he mentioned, in passing, that the bouncers at the bar this year were "totally unfair." Last year, he reported, the bouncers were great but "everyone is complaining" about this years crop and how unfair they are.
"How were they fairer last year than they are this year," I inquired innocently.
"Oh," he replied blithely, "last year, if you had a fake ID, they let you in."