My son, who wasn't playing with it, and was all the way on the other side of the room, glanced up at the exact moment Aida grabbed it, and he lost his cool within seconds. I swooped in to mediate the situation. I reminded him know that he needed to "share" with his sister. I told him that he wasn't playing with it, and that we could play together just him and I. That way, she could "have her turn" with the lego plane.
"No, no, no," he demanded. The tantrum / volume of the "no's" landed him in timeout (writing this story is an instant reminder that not only am I a mom, but I'm one of those moms...)
As I was walking towards Aida, after putting Dc in time out, suddenly the plane hit the floor and all the pieces (that I had no idea how they came together in the first place) shattered.
"Oh..." I thought, "so this is why he didn't want her to play with it!" I laughed at myself. A total palm to face moment. I tried to put the pieces together before it was time for him to come back from his timeout. When he found the plane, I kid you not, he said, "She broke it! See mom, this is why I didn't want her to play with it..." I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
My four year old knew 2 things I didn't, but should have. 1- that his two year old sister would demolish legos, and 2- how to put the dang thing back together. Dc- 2. Mom-0.
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