The Big N-O

It's happened.

Foolishly, oh so foolishly, we thought we might skip right over this wicked phase. Until yesterday, Nora was all, "Yes yes yes" and "Yah!" and even "Yup." She's been the ultimate Yes Girl.

HOWEVER.

Yesterday morning, as mama went on and on with a goofy-faced little routine (having to do with a dead fly we'd found on the bathroom floor - bugs are Nora's latest concern), Nora stopped cold, looked mama dead in the eye, and said, "No DO dat! No."

Do you want some milk? No. Shall we read Corduroy? No. Let's have a bath! No. Are you Nora? No, no, and no.

It's a good thing she's so adorable in her rubber boots and pigtails, or we might be hightailing it to a timeshare until this passes over. Is there such a thing as a 17-year timeshare?