Lying and No

Me: Abram, do you want some breakfast?
Kid: No. (shaking head)

Me: Would you like some banana?
Kid: No. (walking away to play)

Me: You ready for bed?
Kid: No. (no eye contact)

Me: Did you have a good day?
Kid: No (shaking head, smiling)

Me: Abram, will you sit down here?
Kid: No. (wanders away quickly)

Me: Do you need a fresh diaper?
Kid: No. (runs away)

Obviously, we've hit a No Phase. Its rather funny. At least for now. haha.

"I hope he kinda keeps this up," I tell husband.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Well, saying No. Or rather saying No at the right time. Like when he's 16 and tempted to do really dumb things. stupid stupid things that his friends are doing. I hope he just keeps this right up, and tells them matter of factly "NO" and walks away," I explain. "Don't you remember the Nancy Reagan thing? Just say No?"

On a not so fabulous note, the kid has officially told his first LIE.

After making his noodles and red sauce, I place the delicious looking plate before him.

"There ya go little man!" I grin.

I turn my back and start to clean up.

"HHOOTT!!" He yells! "HOT HOT!!"

Holy crap. I've scorched my childs mouth with too hot pasta and sauce.

"Oh no!" i say, whisking the plate from him. I jab my finger into the pasta, wondering how i could have been so careless. lukewarm. barely even that. much less hot.

"Abram!" I explain. "thats not true! its not hot. its fine. Now eat."

I place it before him again. He grins as if he know he just got me. 'haha' he's thinking. 'she fell for it!'

"I hope his lies stay innocent. If his worst lie is about hot pasta, I can take it. I sure dread the day he considers telling me a lie thats well, a big lie. something serious. or critical. or even scary. something that he should he honest about - but isn't," I tell husband. "I am just not ready for that. I dread it," I sigh.

"He's only 21 months old. Really." he states.

Okay Okay. So the lying and no-phase - cute at 21 months. a lying and no-phase at 16 years old - not cute. but until then - i'll enjoy the Cute.

I wish I had written down the day. The day of the first lie. I think it was friday but i'm not 100%. That way when he's older and telling me lies that he Shouldn't Be - I can say to him, "Well... I remember the day you told me your first lie. It was February 19, 2010...."