During our drive to school on Friday Q, my five year old, was playing with a hairbrush. Of course my 3 year old, JT, immediately started yelling that he wanted the hairbrush but Q refused to share...

 

Looking to cut off an argument, I pulled out a comb from the glove compartment and handed it to JT.  (You may wonder why I have so many grooming implements in my car. Well, you can never be too well groomed).

 

The moment JT had the comb Q started thinking that maybe he didn’t really want a hairbrush after all. He’d rather have JT’s comb.

 

Q said to his brother, “JT you wanted the brush, right? Here it is. You can give me the comb.”  JT agreed.

 

The parent in me couldn’t keep quiet. I said to Q, “A moment ago your brother was crying because you wouldn’t share the hairbrush. Now you’re just giving it to him because you want the comb. You could have shared the hairbrush with him before.

 

Q looked at me like I just didn’t get it. “But Papi,” he said, “I’m sharing it with him now.”