Company

Roan came over for brunch on Sunday, with his mom, dad, baby sister Dory, grandmother and grandfather, all of whom live in a five-block radius of us. In the hours leading up to his arrival, Lila struggled with her desire to entertain her pal and her conflicting desire to assert her territorial rights. It went something like this:




First, she said, "I will not share my toys with Roan."
"No," I said, "You are sharing ALL your toys with Roan."




Second, she said, "I will share my toys with Dory, but not with Roan." (FYI Dory is not yet five months old)
"No," I said, "You are sharing ALL your toys with Roan."




Third, she said, "I will share my stamps, my books, and my stove with Roan. But not my dollhouse, and not Leon, and not Elmo and Cookie Monster, and not my cookies."
"No," I said, "You are sharing ALL your toys with Roan."




Lastly, she said, "Mommy, Roan can play with my toys, but he CANNOT play with Big Nighty Night." (FYI Big N.N. is her blankie)
"Okay," I said, "that's a deal."
And we shook on it.
Nice brunch.