Then there are the issues that simply cannot be predicted.
The little Goofs' school has a canned food drive. At the end of the canned food drive there is a raffle, to which everyone who made a donation - which is pretty much everyone - is entered. The winner receives a very large (GoofGirl-sized) plush bear. GoofGirl won! A very large stuffed bear!
Much to our surprise, GoofGirl was very concerned about this. It is true we had placed a moratorium on further additions to the ranks of her menagerie. But, we explained that we would make an exception for the bear which was an unexpected treat.
GoofGirl remained deeply concerned, bordering on upset. We kept explaining she was welcome to enjoy it, and she kept getting more upset, a few days later she burst out, "I wish I had never won it!"
She moped around the house, looking at it out of the corner of her eye. I was having a great deal of difficulty figuring out what was going on so I reassured her that the bear wouldn't maul her. She rolled her eyes at me.
I offered to give it away, but even talking about it made her upset. I urged her to talk to the school guidance counselor who informed me that GoofGirl didn't feel that she "deserved" it. A really sweet sentiment, but this was taking guilt way too far.
Still her mood improved, she was okay with the bear as long as it just sat there and we didn't talk about it. But what is sadder then a giant plush bear, just sitting there? Whenever I went to stroke it, GoofGirl hissed at me.
One night, GoofBoy was up late watching football. I walked into the den and said, "Your sister is asleep, so now finally. You know I love this bear!"
And I picked up the bear and cuddled it. GoofBoy grinned, "I love the bear too, Dad! It's so soft!"
So there we were, two guys watching football, cuddling a giant plush bear.