So, yesterday little T.Puzzle refused to his eat pancakes. And, today he was all about the pancakes and wouldn’t eat his strawberries. I don’t understand. He normally loves strawberries, too.
If the word ‘no’ had never been invented, would raising a strong-willed child be easier?
I have lived it before (you all know Full Speed, right?) and apparently I am worse for the wear.
That’s why when someone asks me if I want to have more children the word ‘no’ launches from my mouth quicker than little T.Puzzle can bite someone (that’s faster than lightning).
Maybe I’m glad ‘no’ exists after all.