Megan and Jack are usually pretty good about sharing- well, except when it comes to food. We have to coax them to be willing to share their food, Megan even more so than Jack; Jack is typically pretty easy going in that respect. I'm not sure where Megan obtained her minor hoarding mentality when it comes to food. It's not like she's ever been in a situation where she didn't have *enough* food but she still likes to ask, "How many of these can I have?" or "Is there more?" essentially at every meal.
For example, last night we went out to a neighborhood restaurant for dinner. Megan ordered buttered pasta and Jack had corn dogs. (I know, I know...sounds like a dietitian's delight but whatever). When the food came, Jack wanted some of Megan's pasta and offered a corn dog in exchange. The first go around resulted in a meager trade of one mini corn dog for approximately 8 bow tie pasta. Then a round of whining ensued. "What?? This is all the pasta I got???" and "But he only gave me ONE of the corn dogs!"
(Insert parenting speech on how we share everything in our family, it's nice to share, have you ever left a meal hungry and we can always order more if you really are that hungry blah blah blah)
At this point, Jack extended his olive branch of another corn dog in exchange for some more of the butteriest pasta I've ever seen. After another successful exchange of food across the table, Jay and I commented on how great Jack shared. Megan commented, "I'm pretty good at sharing almost everything but food." Jay asked, "Oh really? Like what else?"
Megan's response, "Um, like I'm good at sharing shovels."