No, Mine!

You'd think that in a year, the dynamic of sharing would change. Well, it has. They both now know that when you count to ten, it is the other one's turn. Except, the phrase "my turn!" is shouted excitedly without reliably being related to a full count of ten. In fact, N has learned from this to count as follows: "1, 2, 3, 9, 10, My Turn!"

The other night, I was struck. I heard the words, "No, mine" from their room. It was about 11pm, and I heard nothing before or after, so I concluded this: N was having a dream, perhaps a nightmare, in which E takes something away from him, and he shouted out his usual retort.

Oh, the inner life of a two year-old twin! To have the constant companionship of a sister, but also be constantly guarded to the notion that he might have to share. I mean, really, he gets no break from this. He can't just go play with any and every toy (or non-toy, as the case may be).

However, it is pure love when I see one of them voluntarily give over a toy/object in the ten-second-sharing ritual, or offering something to his sister/her brother that he/she thinks she/he might like. To see them learning to share by necessity is pretty satisfying.

Oh, gotta go! I'm hearing N cry out "my ____!"