Mine Mine Mine
OK, the question should really be “What isn’t Jemima’s?” because according to her, everything is. No joke. “Mima’s chair”, “Mima’s keys”, “Mima’s car”, “Mima’s bed”, “Mima’s potty”, and on and on and on. It doesn’t matter if it is something you are using, if she gets her hands on it, it is hers. Even if you won’t let her have it, (like the red permanent sharpie marker this morning) she will stand there crying, insisting it is hers. We do our best, saying “ours” when she says “mine” and “share” when we hand her things. We are insisting on “please” and “thank-you”, and are trying to get the idea of turns across to her. She worked around that one fast enough; it is always her turn, whenever she wants something.