"You guys figure it out" is a common phrase in my house. Two kids, an infinite number of legos, and many sharing violations each and every day. Something about being a child necessitates a me-mine-gimme-gimme-you-can't-have-it kind of mojo.
So I tell the kids to work it out. When that fails (er, often) I offer some suggestions. Taking turns, dividing piles, a reasonable substitute. Yet still tears fall, and complaints ensue. Tattles are told. It's just a Sharing Mess, and I think my kids are pretty good at this stuff!
I think, to them, Sharing is a dirty word. If offends their child sensibilities. To share is to become less a child. Or something.
I'm constantly encouraging them to share, admonishing them for not sharing well, and punishing when they refuse to share.
But what's so fascinating is that the whole point of getting married, having children (or doing this in whatever manner you choose, recognizing that some choose or must raise children solo) is to share the work, to have someone to help you. As an adult, sharing is a REWARD. Sharing is what happens when you've done it right, when things are working well. (yes, I understand the irony of this...)
So where does this happen? And how impossible is it to teach sharing? And all the sub-rules of sharing...you know, it's not okay to share your lunch (peanut allergies) nor your homework (cheaters!) But you need to share the ball at recess, the legos at playtime, your board game with your sister. Poor kids are getting cognitive whiplash from all the rules about sharing!