My niece has taken to doing her darndest not to share. If you try to she’ll say “No, mine own!”
She used to just say “no me” so I mean, at least her vocabulary is improving, even if her social skills aren’t.
I’ll be honest though, I’m not always a champ at sharing myself.
I made biscuits and gravy this weekend with the intent of feeding my husband with the leftovers.
I made a lot of bacon, so I could share. But turns out bacon really wanted to just go to the party in my tummy.
(Fun game with the baby: “That’s my mommy” “No! Me grandma!” “No she’s my mommy too!” “No! ME GRANDMA!”)
I do share sometimes.
Like last night, when we wanted to see if the kitten would go in a pumpkin?
(turns out Takeout has no desire to be Cinderella)
(That’d be carrots, parsnips, sweet potatoes, apples, onions, and acorn squash. Oh what’s that? My husband won’t eat squash or onions? So sad. Mine own then!)
No, mine own.
So what are you bad at sharing?
I can’t share bacon. I can’t. I try and try but the bacon all wants to be my friend.