That'd Be a Negative, Chief
The little angel has known the word "no" for some time. Usually, though, she is coy with it, flirtatious, even. The past few days, however, she's forcing the ticket. Just listen to this conversation from this morning:
5:30 a.m.
Little Angel: Wah! Wah! WAH!
Me: Do you want some milk?
LA: NO! (Takes milk greedily, sucks down entire cup in fifteen minutes.)
LA: Wah! Wah!
Me: Do you want some more milk?
LA: NO!
Give her more milk. She throws it back like she's never eaten in her life. We settle down to watch a 6 a.m. viewing of Baby Wordsworth.
LA: "Kitty!"
Me: (groggily) "Do you like kitties?"
LA: "No!"
7 a.m.
LA: "Nemo!" (frantically motions for stuffed fish)
Me: "Shall we play with Nemo while we get dressed?"
LA: "No!"
Me: "Bring me your shoes so we can put them on."
LA: "No!"
Me: "But you love your kitty shoes."
LA: "No!" (strokes them lovingly)
Me: "Do you love your mama?"
LA: "No?"
Me: "Yes, you do."
LA: "Noooooo."
Me: "Do you want me to pay for your college?"
LA: "No!"
Me: "Do you want a car when you turn sixteen?"
LA: "No!"
Me: "Would you like chocolate cake for breakfast?"
LA: "No!"
Me: "Good. Because I wasn't going to give it to you anyway." (big hug)
Me: "Okay, off to the Emerald City!"
LA: "No!"
Me: "See you later, then. Don't forget to tell Daddy happy birthday."
LA: "No!"
Me: "I love you."
LA: "Meow."
And off she went.