© 2004
By David Wainland
Last week I had the delightful experience of having all three of my grandchildren in our home at one time.
Matthew, the five year old, was busy watching a Barney video, while the two grand daughters were busy playing "At" each other. By that I mean there was a constant squabbling over toys. A new word had entered their vocabulary "Mine" and it was being shouted with the ferocity only two toddlers could issue.
Finally the battle over one particular doll got out of hand and Hannah, the youngest began to cry. I rose to intervene.
Hannah promptly wrapped her tiny arms around my leg, looked up at me with tear-filled eyes and said, "Hi Poppa."
Which only prompted Skylar, my son's daughter and older of the two, to grab the other leg and hollered.
"MINE!"
Don't you just hate when that happens?


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