Learning to share

Fainjin had a book that Babess wanted.  He fended her off, and she sat back to watch him with it.  After a while, she – still not quite two years old – leaned in close to him, reached for it, and said sweetly “Babess turn now, Fainjin?  Babess turn please?”

My heart broke into a million pieces.

His is made of harder stuff.  “No!” he said, and swung the book out of her reach.

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