Saturday in the Park, Take 2
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- May
- 11
My son is not a great sharer. Who is at 17 months?
But he has high expectations of other little folks – in his mind they should all welcome the opportunity to share their scooters, and balls and water bottles, or whatever else he sets his sights on.
Walking through Central Park yesterday and Saturday no toy was safe. If the speed at which he goes after a loose ball indicates how good an athlete he’ll be, I am very excited.
In one case Saturday afternoon, he spotted a small red soccer ball and made a beeline for it. The 2- or 3-year-old boy to whom it belonged – we’ll call him JoJo, that’s what his mother did — wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed it away with a ‘No, mine’ shriek.
My son was not dissuaded. He moved over 10 feet to where Jojo’s larger, plastic playground ball (you know, the kind you’d get out of those supermarket cages). Jojo reclaimed that one too. The same act repeated when my son found Jojo’s whiffle ball.
Finally I remembered that we had a tennis ball in the bottom of the stroller. I retrieved it, handed it to my son. He threw it several feet. Of course Jojo reached it first and picked it up.
Jojo’s parents must be communists. Ownership is a nebulous concept.
When my son tried to get his tennis ball back, Jojo just pulled it away and yelled ‘No,mine’.
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on Monday, May 11th, 2009 at 12:32 pm by Jon Bandler.
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Jon, at that stage,. they all say .. Mine.
think of the seaguls in the cartoon. i forget which..
“mine, mine .. mine”
They all go through that stage..