A Question of Ownership

This ball came into our home a few weeks ago.

It was not by accident. It was in a package from Aunt Cherie. Not a random package, even, as some Aunt Cherie Packages are. No this one came as a birthday present for the dad of the house.

As he opened up the box and pulled this puppy out one particular boy gathered close. Immediately upon seeing this little beauty he pointed to himself and said, “Me!”

Then the conversation between dad and son went as follows.

dad: No, it’s for dada

boy: No, me

dad: It’s dada’s

boy: No, me

dad: It’s dada’s, for my birthday

boy: No, me

And back and forth they went for some time.

dad: It’s for dada but I’ll share with you

boy: Me….and dada

So in the end The Boy finally conceded to share his father’s birthday present with him.

And now the ball lives out of the view of both parties so as not to repeat the above conversation all through out the day.

For the time being.