The Chore Wheel Rebellion
The chore wheel hung on the refrigerator, and it was a disaster. Every Monday, Bo, Lucia, and their little brother Pip spun the arrow to see who would take out the trash, who would feed the cat, and who would set the table. Every Monday, Bo seemed to land on the trash.
"This wheel is rigged," Bo announced. "It hates me."
"It's a piece of cardboard," said Lucia, who had gotten the table, which was easy.
Bo did not give up. He borrowed a ruler and tracked the spins for a month. At the end, he showed his results at dinner, drawn in a neat chart. He had taken out the trash eleven times, and Lucia had done it only twice.
Their mother raised her eyebrows. "Well, that is not very fair."
Lucia looked at the chart for a long moment. Then she sighed. "I may have been moving the arrow when I spin," she admitted. "A little."
Bo's mouth fell open, and Pip burst out laughing.
They threw the old wheel away and made a new one together. This time, the three of them took turns spinning, and each person's name rotated one step every week. Bo got his first Monday off, and Lucia carried the trash cheerfully. She even said it smelled a little like justice.