No

No.

No.

No.

No.

(I’m practicing)

No.

Practicing for what, you ask?

Let me answer that with a wee tale. Nikki and I went to the zoo yesterday, with Grandma. It was a fun trip with little in the way of squabbling or whining and as we were approaching the exit, I had a moment which I can only describe as a life changing epiphany.

Nikki was holding my hand and as we were walking, she said:

“Mommy, I really love you. Because you always say yes.”

As my mom snort laughed her way out the zoo turnstile, I stood stock still for a full minute, taking in what Nikki had just said.

And then I started practicing.

No.
No.
No.

How am I doing so far?

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