That's mine...and so is that...

Sometimes I would just love to get inside of Jam's brain so that I could understand the two year old psyche in all of its glory...mainly, though, to grapple with the phenomeneon known simply as "mine."
It was one of Jam's first words and it became more pronounced when he started preschool, and it got sharpened at the various parks around town, and at playgroups as well. To be fair, Jam is a pretty good sharer(of course, he'll share and then push you, but that's a whole other story!!!) but he really thinks that it's Jam's world. Case in point: at the park today Jam and Mudd were sitting in the sand happily playing with shovels and pails and making a grand old mess. All of a sudden, Jam noticed that someone was on the swings.
"Mommy, my swing, that's mine."
"Uh...no, it really isn't. We are at the park. That swing belongs to everyone."
"Mine."
I don't even know why I try to reason with the wrath that is the terrible twos. Luckily, though, Jam didn't have the energy in him to tell me more about "his" swing. He went back to playing with Mudd until he noticed someone going down the slide.
"My slide."
Here we go again...
"That's everyone's slide. We are at the park."
"Mine."
It's got to be cool to be Jam. Everything is yours. Imagine having this mentality while you're out shopping. Walk past Tiffany and Co..
"Mine."
Proceed on to Cartier...
"Mine."
And then head east to Barney's...
"Mine, all mine."
Wait, I already do this. Maybe Jam and I really aren't that different after all.