I’m glad my daughter loves to share. She’ll share her toys and her food with me or whomever. She’ll walk up to me and say ‘Ah’, to get me to open my mouth. When I do, she’ll put something in my mouth and I’m thankful that it isn’t gooey, already chewed up, or ridden with dirt from the floor. It’s actually fresh and straight from the bowl from when I first poured whatever it is that I had given her.
I am glad that my daughter doesn’t mind sharing and I love her for that. She even shares with her toys, sometimes putting them into her bowl of whatever she’s eating, especially if it’s cereal.