Can someone please enlighten me on why children feel the need to steal one another’s possessions??? It never fails, once we are all safely in the car someone steals a pencil, a paper, a matchbox car, A SILLY BAND, a water bottle, a breath of air…ANYTHING! AND THEN, I have to listen to the fallout of the said theft. Sometimes there’s crying; there’s always screaming, and it’s never peaceful. Never. The extreme sadness on one end is coupled by crazy laughter on the other end. LAUGHTER. Really?
I just don’t get it. Can’t we all just get along??