Is Sharing With Yourself Still Sharing?

The little one loves cars and once in a while we'll get him a toy car. Today, +3 found a purple car that was on sale and bought it for the boy. 

As expected, the little one really loved the purple car and was carrying it around everywhere. Even to the toilet. He was in his room playing with the car, rolling it around on the table. 

Me: Can share with mama? Can I play? *reaching out my hand*

LO: *opens up his free hand and puts the car in it* Share. Thank you AC. 

Lol. 

My Roundabout Train of Thought

Was at the kitchen this evening when +3 walked in. For some reason, the both of us decided to raise our hands in the air and pump it banghra style, which reminded me of an old blog post I read today at the office. 

I wanted to share the story of the night we went to the Rupee Room, but somehow ended up telling +3 about my meeting in the office this afternoon. Which led me to tell him about some back story about work. And by the time I finished telling him about my meeting, I had no idea why I was talking about it and he reminded me that I was telling him about my colleague, Jul. 

And I was talking about Jul because I was giving her a live blow-by-blow account of the meeting which she thought was funny and suggested that I should blog. Which made me read some of my old blog entries, which included the one about the Rupee Room which was what I wanted to tell +3 about because of our hands-in-the-air dancing just a few minutes ago. 

Lol.