We have a sharing problem.
It’s not what you think.
I know some kids at this age won’t share, but that’s not our issue, Dear Reader. Grace shares everything. She shares too much.
I know what you’re thinking, Dear Reader. No one shares too much.
Oh, but she does.
I thought it was cute when Grace started to take her baby doll’s temperature. She’d stick the thermometer in the baby’s ear, wait, and then look at the handle. She started doing the same thing to her dad and to me, and it was funny and cute.
When Grace began giving me her toys to play with and her books to read, I was happy. I thought, “Oh, how mature she is! She wants me to play, too!”
I was delighted when Grace gave Goldfish crackers to the baby doll. Sharing, I thought, that’s great! I was totally getting ready to brag to you about it, Dear Reader.
But then she tried to share her ball with the cat. Do you know how that ended up? She threw the ball at the cat. Poor kitty. Fortunately, her aim is as bad as mine. She didn’t connect, but I don’t know how I’m going to convince her not to share her ball with the cat. Of course, she shares his food, so she probably thinks he wants the ball.
Then she shared a banana with the baby doll. Have you ever tried to get dried up banana goo out of the slightly open mouth of a small baby doll whose washing instructions say spot clean only? Take my word for it; it’s not an easy task.
This morning, she shared her breakfast with the baby, and I had to clean oatmeal and milk out of the doll’s mouth. This afternoon, the baby got some iced tea.
It’s becoming a problem, see?
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