Moral Inferiority

Blimey - how often do I go on at the kids about the importance of SHARING? Often and often. LOTS. After all, it's only stuff, and stuff stays pretty much stuff (until it's comprehensively totalled by your two-year-old, which is why you don't share your laptop with him.) But you know what I mean - kids have to learn, and I am secure in the knowledge that as a GROWN-UP I have outgrown the petty tyranny of childhood possesiveness, and risen above paltry enslavement to mere Things.

Oh yes I have.

*groan* Oh no I haven't.

That beautiful Nano I salivated about a while back was bought, on my suggestion, as a way of moving forward with our record collection - a way of storing and carrying and playing our CDs which didn't rely on the somewhat second-rate qualities of the PC. Notice the plural of the pronoun. 'Our'. My birthday might have been the excuse, but it was intended as a joint household item. On my suggestion.

BUT I DON'T WANT TO SHARE! I want it to be mine! I love it I love it I love it and every time we do some music dubbing and sorting out playlists and syncing the iPod, I have to bite the inside of my lip until it bleeds in an effort to stay a grown-up.

And just now I took delivery of my new chair and all the kids want to do is play with it and I REALLY REALLY don't want them to.

Because its MINE.