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learning to share

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

One of The Boy's teachers told us a tale, tonight. He is learning to share.

The Boy had two blocks, a red one and an yellow one. Perhaps trying to re-enact the scene from him book paints where they make orange. But his good friend Takumi-kun, who had no blocks, came to him and looked at The Boy with his two blocks. The boy clearly wanted a block, but didn't say anything.

The teacher encouraged Takumi-kun to ask to borrow a block, and the boy did so. The Boy looked down at his blocks for a long moment, then handed one over.

A good day at the day care. Certainly an improvement over the morning, when I accidentally prevented a small child from getting to her father.

Little Noah-chan was trying to leave The Boy's classroom and I stopped her thinking that she was just wandering out. But she persisted, and tried to deke around me. But The Boy's trained me well, and I managed to block her. Then a man in the hallway called her name, and she raced over to him. Whoops.