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??