It’s a universal truth. In Game of Thrones speak, It is known.
Just when you think you have them figured out, wham, they come up with something new.
Case in point, The Saga of the Brown Chair.
Once upon a time, Mrs. R. had about twenty kid-sized chairs in her classroom, just enough for her class. Being fairly unobservant about nonessential matters, she didn’t notice that nineteen chairs were an ugly not-exactly-red color while the remaining chair was a rather poopy-brown.
Wouldn’t you know it, poopy-brown is the one over which my firsties fight day after ever-loving day?
So, thank God we make them wear uniforms so they’re all the same. Something tells me they’ll always find a way to be different.