On Saturday, I took the kids to an Easter egg hunt at the wife’s church. We approached the battle arena and Junior took off like a shot. She was grabbing eggs high, low, in bushes, and every where else. I had to prompt my son at least three times to, you know, go find some candy filled eggs. He lollygagged, meandered and, generally, farted around. When it was done, Junior had a basket full of eggs. The Second had five. He said that his sister should share with him and I said no. I explained that she worked harder, put forth more effort and tried. While he walked around, not paying attention and didn’t make an effort. If she chose to share she could but I would not make her. She did choose to share some but it was the candy she didn’t like.
The next day, my parents had an Easter egg hunt for my kids and their cousins. Only these eggs had money in them! The eldest cousin worked hard and got more eggs. When it was said and done, my sister said to her child “well, you need to share. It’s not fair that you got more than the others.” My dad piped up and said “This is not the Obama Easter egg hunt. You get what you got and that’s that” to my sister.
Good parenting, it goes on even when your kids are into their 30s.