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  • When Jonathon (J.B.) was around 3, he always had this rather large stash of little metal matchbox cars that he carried around with him wherever we went. I could never resist picking them up for him whenever I was out shopping, and he loved to play with them.

    We were visiting my brother Brian in Pittsburgh. Brian is a big car buff. As we entered his living room, displayed on a shelf were a number of beautiful models of cars. Jonathon’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw them, and he pointed to them and said, “Ooh, can I play with those cars?”

    Brian replied, wagging his finger at Jonathon, saying “No, Jonathon, those are Uncle Brian’s cars. Only Uncle Brian is allowed to play with them. They’re very fragile.”

    Jonathon took this in and made no further fuss about the model cars as he entertained himself with his matchbox cars.

    The next day, we all went over to visit with my Godmother, Aunt Fran. As we sat in her living room, Brian was sitting in the middle of the sofa, which had a round, glass-topped coffee table in front of it.

    Jonathon, as he always did, had his can full of matchbox cars with him, and as the adults sat around talking and getting caught up on adult things going on, Jonathon pulled out his cars and began to line them up on the coffee table, right in front of Brian. At one point, Brian couldn’t resist, and reached over to play with the cars with Jonathon.

    Without missing a beat, Jonathon reached over, touched his hand, wagged his finger and said, “No, Uncle Brian, these are Jonathon’s cars. Only Jonathon can play with these cars.”

    What goes around, comes around! A classic memory that always gives me a chuckle.
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