Why can I not accept that I own nothing of my own anymore? Why must everything be communal property? This is a conversation I had with Vivi this morning, which seems to be pretty much the same conversation I have with her everyday. It's just the object that changes.
Vivi, what is my green book doing over there?
Mama, that's my book. I wroted in it.
Actually, that is my book and just because you wrote in it does not make it yours.
Ummm, yes it does.
If I wrote on your scooter, does that make it mine?
Well, give me my book back.
Only if you say please.
Please may I have my book back?
Mama, do you see right here this is where I wroted the letter A? And it is not a book, it is a notepad.
This is usually the point where I sigh in exasperation and just let her have the stupid thing before I turn into a raging maniac. Unfortunately, today I turned into a raging maniac and still let her have the book. How is that for a mixed message?