When my 18-month-old grandson, Leo, came to visit me
yesterday, I gave him a little rubber squeeze toy, some kind of dinosaur, which
he evidently liked and played with a bit. An hour later, when that and other
diversions had paled, his father suggested my penlight would appeal to Leo, as
it had when he was home.
I lent Leo my penlight,
pleasing him. He walked away and quickly returned to hand me the toy I had
given him when he arrived. This is fair, he seemed to think. I agreed.
A skeptic might argue that Leo
felt he was trading, trading up, as both his parents are in commerce, but I
interpreted it as a lovable urge to share.
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