In one of my patented Lame Mommy moves, I dropped my son off at preschool late (only 5 minutes, but still) and forgot that today was sharing.
When I picked up the boy, and saw all the other kids coming out clutching their items, I withered inside. My kid was beaming from ear to ear, though, so I broached the subject gingerly.
"Hey, we forgot sharing today!"
"It's okay, Mommy. I didn't mind."
"That's good. Did you just listen to the other kids?"
"No, sheesh. I sang a song. A B C D, in fact. Really loudly."
"Did the class like it?"
"Um, yeah. I'm a rock star."
Heh. I'm going to have to ask the teachers about this one. Thank goodness for kids who have learned to improvise, and who seem to share their mother's boundless self-confidence.