"Is that everything?"

"No!" Tenderheart jumped off True Heart's lap, landing on the floor. "First, I want pway on see-saw, but Losa won't move see-saw. He saw buggy instead." Tenderheart folded his arms across his chest, looking mad. "Losa want pway with buggy, not Tenderheart. I pull Losa, make him go back to see-saw." The little cub mimed taking Lotsa Heart's hand, pretending to pull. "But Losa run from Tenderheart; he want pway with buggy instead. Buggy pwetty; I want see buggy, so I push Losa away. Losa fall down, start crying."

True Heart watched the little cub, trying to hide an amused smile at the cub's indignation. "Then what happened?"

"I tell Losa swry, then pull him up. He no pway with me! He cry! Said Tenderheart bossy. Tenderheart not bossy! Losa won't pway with Tenderheart!" Tenderheart stomped his foot angrily.

True Heart swallowed a chuckle, smiling gently at Tenderheart. "Sounds to me like Lotsa Heart wanted to look at the buggy."

"Losa no look at buggy; Losa s'posed to pway with Tenderheart!"

"Did you ask Lotsa Heart nicely?"

"Yes. I say Losa pway!"

"That's not nicely." True Heart looked at the cub, choosing her words carefully. "Tenderheart, I know you wanted Lotsa to play with you, but he wanted to look at the bug. You should have done what he wanted to do. Maybe then, he would play with you. After you looked at the buggy."

"Losa rather look at bug." Tenderheart crossed his arms.

True Heart got up, scooping Tenderheart into her arms and placing the cub on her lap. Tenderheart snuggled into her, sucking his thumb. "Tenderheart, I know you love playing with Lotsa Heart and you like being the boss—"

"Tenderheart boss."

True Heart smiled. "Yes. But being the boss doesn't mean being mean to others. It doesn't mean pushing them out of the way, or being bossy, wanting them to play on the see-saw and getting mad when the see-saw doesn't go up and down."

Tenderheart sniffed, looking up at True Heart, taking his thumb out of his mouth. "It don't?"

True Heart chuckled. "No. Being the boss…being the leader…means listening to others and doing what they want to do."

"What 'bout Tenderheart?"

"Being a leader also means deciding to play what Lotsa Heart wants to play, deciding what you want to play and then…agreeing to play one game. It means being nice and being respectful of others."

"Repecful?"

"Respectful. It means…being nice to others and playing what they want to play. When you respect them, they will want to play what you want to play too. But you have to be nice and play what they want to play too; you can't always have your way."

"But…Losa no pway."

True Heart smiled gently. "Maybe he won't play now, but maybe he'll play later. Maybe…maybe you can look at the buggy with him, then he'll play on the see-saws with you."

"Okay!" Tenderheart climbed off True Heart's lap, then paused at the door. "But…Losa mad; Losa cry."

"I'm sure he's okay now. Why don't you go see? He's in the kitchen with Noble Heart."

The little cub beamed. "Okay!" He opened the door, running for the kitchen.

True Heart got up, following after him. She chuckled to herself. "I'm sure Tenderheart will grow up to be a great leader someday, but boy is he a handful!" She smiled to herself as she closed the nursery door behind her.