The other day my two children were fighting over some playdough. I intervened as soon as I saw them fighting. Of course I told my daughter to share with her brother. She then asked me a simple question, "Why do I always have to share with Diego."
I told her that we as a family always share everything with each other. I explained to her that one day I wont be around anymore and all that she will have is her brother. Once I die Diego will be all that she has. He will be the only to stay at her side through thick and thin. He will be her protector and hopefully her best friend.
One day she will realize what I'm talking about.
