Learning to share I think is an important life lesson that can be easily lost upon an only child. It can be lost on children that have siblings too old to be at a playing age as well.
 Both points I think are proven in my two boy grandchildren. Perrin is an only child, and for the better part soiled because of it. All the toys here are HIS and if anyone touches them he has a fit. Devin has a sister, but she is a few years older then he is, and a girl, so most of his toys are his as well. Get these two children together and its nothing but child tears and parents saying now let him play with it as they point to the other child.
Today I have Lakota over and she was playing with the blue car while Perrin was playing with the green one. He noticed that she had one that he did not have so in his reality there was no longer a green car at all and only a blue one. I would not let Lakota give it to him, rather I gave him back the green one but as the green one was seemingly now non-existent there was nothing but screaming and tears as he got a healthy dose of “you have to share”.
15 minutes later and he is now in bed 30 minutes early for a nap, and hes only just now starting to simmer down from the fit flinging.
Terrible twos indeed! And to top that off, I am going to do my very best to have Lakota or Devin over at least once a week for the rest of the summer so I can do my part in instilling such a wonderful virtue of sharing.
Being a grandparent (or even a parent or babysitter) is a magickal thing, and I fully believe that, though it’s not always shiny white magick that TV and story books make it out to be. Though you can bet on me making it look what way if I ever get around to writing that Q sitcom 
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