So at the playground in Central Park today, we had a little problem. First, I guess I was out of town and didn't get the memo, but every single kid there had his or her own toy stroller. Every one. Well, except mine, who promptly had a series of stroller wrasslin' matches with whoever she could find.
She'll put up with my talk of sharing, as long as it doesn't interfere with her getting whatever the hell she wants. Now. From whoever's been holding it for her until she arrived. Obviously, sharing's not one of those things that you learn in a day, but I think we're gonna need to invest some reading time here. [And get a toy stroller, so the kid can at least have some skin in the game.]
The funny thing is, yesterday, as we were walking down the street, just the two of us, the kid generously reached her hand up to me to share the impressively huge booger she'd just dug out of her nose. At least she's got potential.