Nothing funny about feldspar

Laura wants to know who the Decider is in our house.

hah.

It’s Albite.

No! Seriously! Plagioclase and I are usually in tune, so there doesn’t ever seem that “a decision” must be made. Other times, one doesn’t just care as much as the other, so the carer’s wishes win out. However, there are a few times we’ve each felt stronglyish (we seldom feel *that* strongly about anything, except each other) about something, but in different directions, so we just get Albite to decide.

We each hold a (dog)cookie, and coax him, and whoever he goes to first, wins.