I tell Tom, “It’s nice to share!” quite a bit when we’re playing with friends.
He’s usually pretty good about it, but gets super-possessive when it comes to trains.
His trains. Other people’s trains. Trains at the haircut place.
If there’s a train around, he wants it to be his and lets you know by screaming “MINE!”
Sometimes he’ll tell me, “Home.”
That means he wants to take whatever train he has in his hands to our house.
But for the most part, he understands when I tell him that it’s nice to share.
Sometimes he doesn’t want to understand, but he does.
So the other day I walked out of the room for a minute, and when I came back in I found this cuteness:
I asked Tom what was going on and he promptly told me, “It’s nice to share!”
**Mommy’s heart melts**
Tom is a quick learner, so after mastering the art of sharing with his sister, he decided to teach others how to share.
You see, when I was putting together Alice’s room, one thing I noticed toward the end was that she had no toys.
I was scared to take any of Tom’s baby toys because he’s had them in his room all this time and I was worried he would think I was taking his stuff away from him.
So I went out and bought one toy just for Alice — a big bunny with a pink bow.
I put it in her crib and thought it looked perfect.
A couple days after we brought Alice home, Tom asked to hold the bunny and I let him.
He carried it around for a little while, and then I put it back in Alice’s crib.
A few days later, same thing.
And then it started happening every day.
On Sunday, Alice was actually playing in her crib with her Daddy while I was cleaning stuff up.
Tom asked Kevin if he could hold the bunny.
Kev said, “No, let’s just leave the bunny in her crib for now.”
And then what did Tom say?
“It’s nice to share, Daddy.”
And that’s how Tom schooled my husband on sharing.