"It's mine, it's mine!" was the first thing Jasmine blurted out on seeing another kid's grabbing her toy. What made her say so when the toys belong to neither of them?
The obvious answer: Jasmine has her own belief about the centre of the universe - and by now you should be able to guess who. It is Jasmine, hands down. The earth revolves around a kid rather than the sun.
That seemingly reference point, however, can change without my knowing it. She went to her favourite bookstore yesterday. Most kids would love that place. It was small enough to be comfortable, large enough that they can take a seat and play with building blocks, puzzles and read at leisure. At leisure, that is, except one: when another preschooler joins in. A boy came and took away my daughter's building blocks. But Jasmine didn't display even the ghost of a whine, quite the opposite really, because she went on and suggested, "Let's play together."
As the boy continued to grab every piece of building block, Jasmine relaxed, leaning back against her chair. I was expecting a tirade from that boy's father, but Jasmine said first, "Playing together is happier than playing on your own."
The boy didn't listen. In that sense, tension was building, and fast. Yes, at first blush, it seemed to foretell spine-tingling screams and shrieks, wild thrashing, and a fight ahead. No, nothing goes as smoothly as one would hope.
Jasmine made a sigh, and told her mother, "Okay, mom, let's move to read."
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