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The Answer to All of Life's Questions

In a word: "NO."

Is he contrary by nature? Is it because we say it to him so frequently? Is it just a fun word to say?

An actual picture of Magoo saying "Noooooo." You can keep it. Don't worry, I've got lots.

We're beginning to wonder whether Magoo even knows what "no" means, which is odd considering it's practically the only word he uses anymore.

Me: Are you ready for lunch?
Magoo: NO.
Me: You hungry buddy?
Magoo: NO. Cheeeee!
Me: Would you like some cheese?
Magoo [grabbing the cheese from my hand]: NOOOOOO! CHEEEEE!

Are you a broken record? Do you know any other words? Do you like saying no? Can you say no for me now?

The answer to all of these questions is the same, a resounding negatory.

I seem to remember Laylee going through a phase like this but I can't for the life of me remember what we did about it. Likely we took the same tactic with the cyclical no's that we used with the poop smearing, the old-people hating and the all-peanut eating phases. We probably freaked out, learned to live with it and then forgot to notice as it went away.

Dan tried a 30-second experiment last night to see if he could get Magoo to give an affirmative answer. Dan offered Magoo something he knew Magoo wanted but refused to give it to him until he said yes. After several attempts at, "Do you want this?" with Magoo crying, yelling "No!" and shaking his head as he reached for the item, Dan didn't have the heart to force the point.

For now we've decided to try and say yes a lot and with as much force as we say no.  It's a little difficult to say, "YES! HERE'S YOUR BLANKIE!" with as much gusto as, "NO! DON'T POUR THE SLIME FROM THAT CAN OF KIDNEY BEANS OVER YOUR HEAD!" but we're trying and we've used both of these sentences in the last 24 hours.  The no sentence came juuuust a second too late.  I wish I had a picture but I was too busy being a good mom and wiping the goo out of his eyes to remember the blog.

I choose to tell myself that every time Magoo says no, he's just practicing for the D.A.R.E program or for the time a shady stranger in a van with no windows offers him some poison candy with staples in it.  It serves a kid well to be able to stand up for himself.  When I look at it that way, I think I can say yes to "no."