Over the last week, Grace has developed her new favorite word. Much to my dismay it is 'no'.
No. No. No.
No. No. No.
It's driving me nuts.
I know it must occasionally slip out of our mouths, but I have been really conscious about not using the word 'no'. In fact, I am positive that I curse in front of her much more often than I say 'no'. I blame Gwen, a daycare cohort, for this word.
So in retaliation, for every No. No. No. that Gracie belts out, I counter with Yes. Yes. Yes.
She knows the difference. If you ask her if she wants ... say cookies ... the answer is a resounding Yes.
Today, while trying to put her down for an afternoon nap, Grace started pulling my hair.
I was frustrated. I snapped. I said, "Oww! No. No. No. That hurts Mama!"
Without missing a beat, she smiled, looked me square in the eye and said, "Yes. Yes. Yes."
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