The Pout Has Begun

The other day Giuliana threw her first, honest-to-goodness pout. Oh, she's whined and stomped and thrown a few (thousand) super-loud fits in her day. But this? Was a for real P-O-U-T.

One of my birthday gifts from John was a little steel drum. I love it! So does G. I let her play it most of the time when she asks, but we have firmly explained to her that it is MOMMY'S drum and she must ask if she wants to play.

So this time, she asked and I let her play for a little bit. Then I asked if we could share the drum.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I do it myself!"

Insert parental discussion on sharing here. Next thing I knew, she gently placed the drumsticks on the table (at least she knows better than to throw them) and then ran into the other room. I peak in there, and there she is, chin to her chest, arms crossed around her middle.

"Hrmph. It's not fair. Not fair. I don't wanna share."

I had to duck my head back around the corner before I cracked up. I could hear her continue with her pouty little rant.

"Giuliana play Mommy's drum. Not fair. I play. I not gonna share."

I picked up the drumsticks and began playing the drum. She came running out to see, then turned around and headed back into the other room. Again with the chin to chest "not fair" drama. But a minute or two later, with me pounding away on the drum and bellowing, "Gee, I wish I could share this drum with someone. That would be waaaaay more fun" she came around.

Oh geez. I'm so glad I have a little girl. I really am. But the drama! We are so in for it.