To think this isn't quite right?

[Allisgood1]

Dd (6) in the park after school the other day. She has two best friends, and the backstory (which I won't get into too much) is that one friend has a helicopter mum and has gradually been driving a wedge between not only our relationships but also the 3 girls seem to be playing less and less together.

Anyway, other day helicopter mums (HM) dd had a massive sausage roll. My dd and other friend asked if they could have some. Friend turned to HM and said "do I have to?" And HM said "only if you want". Well she decided that actually she didn't want to. In the end the roll was far too large for her to finish but she still refused to share it and HM said "why didn't you bring a snack?"

Is it me or should we be encouraging our children to share?

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I teach my dc to share communal property - like the swings in the park. Their own property is theirs to share or not, depending on how they feel.

As for food, I want my child to eat the food I've bought her. I don't like it when her friends eat all their own food and then want all dds!

Did OP ever tell us where the Beast Roll came from?

And you're calling the OTHER mother a helicopter mum, when you've got your nose firmly wedged in your child's friendship? It's between the girls. None of your business.

Gosh how strange. I can't imagine being in a situation where I'm with friends and their kids, get some food out and don't offer to share it with them. How rude of that mum. What a lot of strange posts on this thread. Yanbu!

I think not sharing food is dreadful.

So one minute your children are best friends, the next your dd doesn't like the other girl very much.

Sounds like you don't like the mum, your dd doesn't like the other girl so stop trying to continue this non friendship. You sound about 6 years old yourself.

You asked a question, you've had an answer, my 8 year old gets this better than you do.

I would have wrenched the jumbo sausage roll out of the child's starving hands and mainlined it like a boa constrictor.
Then maintain that I did it to save the children from the perils of greasy, flaky loveliness.
No baked goods are safe around me. I'm on first name terms with the staff in work Greggs and home Greggs, to the extent they don't even ask how many sugars I want in my latte any more.

I dreamt about this thread last night. I can't recall exactly what was going on in the dream, but it was enough to wake my husband up. He asked me what I was dreaming about and I was like, "there was this sausage roll… oh, never mind."

His face this morning: .

Were you being chased down the street by a giant sausage roll

Ha ha! That would have been funny Sparklingbrook !

Great mental image there.