Showing posts with label sharing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sharing. Show all posts

Sunday, May 20, 2012

PorchFest

Another lemonade stand, this one at the end of our driveway during the highly successful Somerville PorchFest. Right after coming back from Tae Kwon Do, Gwyneth and her friend set up the stand and we worked as constant couriers of lemonade -- in an hour and a half they made $8; than her other friend showed up and they made another $14 by the time the signing and dancing was over!! And that is at an old price of 25 cents per cup. About $11 for her for about 3 and a half hours (not counting the cups/lemonade)

Friday, April 20, 2012

Reassurance

Lately, Gwenchik wants to eat anything I eat -- a sandwich, a cookie or any fruit.
Gwen: Mom, may I have your honeydew melon?
Me: You just had yours and this one is mine.
Gwen: You won't share with your only daughter?
Me: Now I have to share with you, and soon I'll have to share with my son? There will be nothing left for me...
Gwen: Oh, don't worry about that - he won't be able to eat normal food for a year!

Monday, September 24, 2007

Birthday party

We had an absolutely wonderful birthday party, as the weather cooperated, almost all the kids showed up (24!) and our castle and dragon withstood the wind and the lashings from the toy swords. We got to find the magic key, looked for gold coins and begged the pirate to spill his secrets.
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This morning she had a princess ring on each of her fingers (with lip gloss) and requested to take a cake to the day care.
Gwen: Mom, I am four! So now I can wear all my jewelry at once.
Me: It is ok, but remember, that you have to share.
Gwen: I am bringing a cake so that they can all celebrate my birthday. It would be again so much fun, even without the presents! They get the cake, they do not need my rings, right?

Sunday, January 7, 2007

Sharing

Lately I noticed that Gwenchik likes to share her toys, but now always makes sure that the others are aware that she is sharing and will get all her stuff back after before they leave.
Gwen: Here is my balloon. Do you want to play with it?
Nastya (her friend): Yes.
Gwen: Here, you can play with it now, but before you go home you will give it back to me, because it is mine, ok?
Than she turns to me to make sure that I saw that she shared. I keep asking myself what prompted my daughter to do these upfront verifications to whom things belong?