Vivi learned a dirty word recently. Of course, I’m talking about the word “no.”
Honestly, I’m not really certain she knows what it means when she says it. What she does know? That I don’t want her to say it.
Which, naturally, means she has taken to saying it All. The. Time.
The other day, we were out for a run with the jogging stroller and I heard her practicing it over and over again. To herself. Like a sociopath.
The problem is, it’s also kind of hilarious when she does it. Because she doesn’t just say “no.” She pauses for drama…and then she slowly leans into the word.
It’s really, really hard not to laugh. Like, really.
In an effort to, you know, parent, I’ve started responding to her no’s by saying, “You say, ‘okay, Momma‘!”
At which point, she’ll pause, look off to the other side of the room, and go, “…nnnnnnnnn-ah!”
And on and on and on. Such is parenting.
I have found one antidote, and that is getting her to repeat a different word that is equally as fun to say. Lately, I’ve been replying, “You say, ‘yeahyeahyeah!'” And she’s usually only too happy to repeat that one.
I know the day will come when she is deliberately obstinate and intentionally asserts her own opinions. Heck, that could be exactly what she’s doing right now. I just really thought the Terrible Twos would come, you know, when she was two.
For now, though, I think we can chalk this one up to a bit of baby silliness. Right? Okay, Momma. Okay.