The Many Faces of "No!"
The hills may be alive with the sound of music, but my apartment is filled with the sounds of "no!"
Enter my 20-month-old, Dr. No, a.k.a. Sam. Sam-I-am, within the last week and a half or so, has figured out that simple two-letter word and all its glory.
Do you want to breathe, Sam?
No!
Do you want to eat, Sam?
No!
Do you love your parents, Sam?
No!
Do you need a new diaper, Sam?
No!
What is the square root of 49, Sam?
No!
And so on.
Can't wait till he figures out a new word. In the meantime, Little-Mister-Exerting-His-Independence is good with "no."
Enter my 20-month-old, Dr. No, a.k.a. Sam. Sam-I-am, within the last week and a half or so, has figured out that simple two-letter word and all its glory.
Do you want to breathe, Sam?
No!
Do you want to eat, Sam?
No!
Do you love your parents, Sam?
No!
Do you need a new diaper, Sam?
No!
What is the square root of 49, Sam?
No!
And so on.
Can't wait till he figures out a new word. In the meantime, Little-Mister-Exerting-His-Independence is good with "no."
posted by Becky @ 7:18 AM
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