Mother of United Nations

I listened to my boys argue today for 10 minutes.  Only one word was exchanged, back and forth, back and forth.  Can you guess the word???!!!!


Harrison- MINE!

Gavin- MINE!

Harrison- MINE!

And so on and so on......although the tone maybe got a little stronger and the voice a little louder. 



How many wars have been fought in our history over this simple word?  And usually whoever hits the hardest wins, right?  If only mothers ruled the world, so many less wars would take place.  As a mother I solve the problem quite easily, "if you both can't share, then neither of you get it."  There should be a Mother of United Nations. 

By the way, the culprit of the fight?

Quincy, from Little Einsteins.  He went where all the toys go when the boys are at 'war', on top the ventihood in the kitchen (or as I call it, Switzerland).  Out of touch, but not out of site.  A painful reminder of what going to war costs them-- both left toyless.