Like many parents, we freeze yogurt tubes and call them "pops". Our oldest would eat them all day long and our youngest, would like to be like her big sister, but hasn't quite figured out what to do with them just yet. She grins from ear to ear and then gives a confused look that I interpret as "Well, that was a whole lot of nothin'. Now what do I do with it?"
Today Miss 4 finished hers and began taking bites from her sister's pop. They alternated nicely back and forth and Little One began tentatively trying bites of the frozen yogurt. There were grins and giggles and everything was going smoothly.
Now Little One held the pop out to me. "Bite?" I would honestly almost rather put my own foot in my mouth than share ice something like ice-cream or a popsicle with a child, especially a child with a runny nose. But in the spirit of reinforcing sharing and trying new things, I tentatively took the tiniest bite I could muster.
Patting myself on the back for getting through it, I watched them walk away happily. I was just far enough behind them to hear Miss 4 say "Now it's [dog]'s turn again."
AGAIN??? I think the lesson I learned today is that sharing, while a lofty principle, is not meant for food application in my household.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a boiling water, Listerine and/or bleach cocktail to address.
