Last night I babysat for a new family. (They loved me. The kids clung to me as I left. I know, I'm fabulous, I really am.) They have two little girls, Stella and Ivy. We built a fairy house in the backyard and dressed up the dog. Both girls played fabulously--for a 6-year-old and a 3-year-old, that's saying something. As they ate their dinner, I commented on how well they shared with each other.
"I know!" Stella said. "We're good for you but never for our mom."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because we're polite," she answered.
Works for me.