Over the weekend, BillyBirthdayBoy amassed himself a good little stockpile of brand new toys. I don't know how other families work, but the boundaries of "ownership" in our house are a little fuzzy. Whenever we get toys, we try to keep both of our kids in mind, as they both end up equally claiming everything.
I thought maybe TashaToySnatcher was old enough to start grasping the concept of personal possessions, so we were working on the "these toys belong to Billy" lessons. Yesterday morning, we were playing with some of the toys before her brother woke up. Apparently, she knows something I don't though, as per this conversation:
TashaToySnatcher: Oh, boy! I love my new fire engine Mama!!
Awesomeness: BillyBirthdayBoy got those yesterday for his birthday; they belong to him.
TashaToySnatcher: *Looks down at the toy in her hand and thinks for a minute.* No, Mama. This toy no brother's. He's sleeping.
The lesson: Ownership begins and ends with consciousness.
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