It had to happen sometime.
For weeks, Barak's favorite word has been "Yeah!" He says it when offered a walk in the stroller, a drink of water, his yellow fuzzy blanket, or a bath. He says it when the question concerns things he definitely doesn't want, like his sun hat or ten minutes in the playpen so I can get dressed or take a shower. If I offer him something he understands and is sure he doesn't want--a clean diaper or a shluffie (nap)--he just looks politely confused (surely you can't be serious!) and heads swiftly away from me.
But in general, his philosophy seems to be, when in doubt, try it. If he does end up saying yeah to something that turns out to be undesirable--green vegetables, for example--he can always toss the offending item overboard from his high chair. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
Until this morning. When he learned to say no.
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