Like any good mother, I am constantly trying to get my children to share. On any given day, I can be heard tossing around phrases like:
"Peter, you need to let Sarah play on the computer now. It's her turn."
"Please split that cookie with your brother, Sarah."
"Why don't you guys find a toy you both like and play together."
And I am met with success about 50% of the time. The other 50% of the time, my request that they share, ends in one or both of them crying, whining, or screaming. And on some days, all three. At the exact same time.
But since I am the Best Mom of the Universe, I take my duties seriously and will continue to try to teach them that sharing is important.
So imagine my, um, delight when I overheard Peter saying this from the backseat of the car yesterday:
"Sometimes I like to eat my fingernails. And one day, I'm going to grow one so long that I have enough to share with someone else!"
After I stopped gagging over the thought of my son eating his fingernails, I started to beam with pride. Hey, he wants to share something and I didn't even ask him to do it.
I guess the moral of the story is to keep trying to get your children to share and one day, the hard work will pay off and they will do it even when you aren't prodding them.
Now if I can just get him to stop eating his fingernails.
A mother's work is never done.