Sharing time is a happy time.I don't know where Lucy learned that, but she believes it to the end of each quivering feather, unless she's the one expected to share.
We share our books and we share our toys,
And have a very, very happy, happy time.
A few days ago I gave her half a pomegranate. She'd just piddled with it a bit when I picked it up and separated out a few seeds to eat myself.
She stood stock still and looked at me with disbelieving horror.
"You didn't do that, did you?" she seemed to ask.