Having a young baby provides you new and profound insights into human nature. I obtained this lovely poem from the headmistress of an excellent Montessori neighbourhood nursery school.
If I like it, it’s mine.
If it’s in my hand, it’s mine.
If I can take it from you, its mine.
If it’s mine, it must never appear to be your’s, in anyway.
It I had it a while ago, it’s mine.
If I’m doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
If it looks just like mine, it’s mine.
If I think its mine, it’s mine.