A Special Kind Of Sharing

My 20-month old nephew had his inaugural outing on the training potty the other day, with relative success.

His maternal grandma was visiting and put him on the throne and left to answer the phone. When she returned to check on him, my accomodating nephew proudly presented her with a doody. By hand.

You can't say the kid isn't smart. He knew he was producing something of great importance and he just wanted to share. I still laugh when I think of how she must have managed to praise him while simultaneously explaining that while doodies are great and all, we don't need to save them and share them.

Is that a metaphor for family life or what?