I have something to share.
This is a Proud Mama moment - not proud of my children, but proud that I've done something right, so bear with me for a minute.
We were reading stories, first Trev read to me again, then here comes Maddie with a short stack of books, among them The Little Red Hen.
I didn't think I'd ever read Little Red Hen, so I grabbed it, first.
After "Who will help me eat the bread?" and the various "I will!"s, and "No, I will eat it myself!", Trev was so sad.
"That's a terrible story." he said.
He was so crushed that they were all so unhelpful and uncaring to each other.
He saw no fairness at all in the "by myself", either.
He's of the opinion that the only thing to have done was to share the bread anyway, in kindness and compassion.
Isn't that wonderful?
He wants to sell the book :) to Damek and Julie.
(no offense, Julie.)