The “N” Word

The N word… we can’t wait for them to be able to voice their opinion but the second they do we don’t want to hear it. My son has started with the N word, at first I was happy with his new found independence to disagree verbally with the correct word but now it’s the last thing I want to hear out of that kids mouth.

 

“No” has so far been far more annoying than “up.” I pass my child something to eat, “no no no no!” He cries shaking his head, he then points to mommy’s pop and wants that, when I roll my eyes and give him his juice box, “no no no no” I breathe in, count to ten and tell him “no that’s mommy’s drink, you can’t have that” in which I try for the juice box again and get the almighty squeal “NO!”

 

This word has introduced the reality that my son doesn’t want me doing ANYTHING! I start cleaning up his toys as he cries “no no no no no!” And follows me around the house dumping his toys off the shelf as I put them away. I try to sneak away to the bathroom for just a moment in hopes that he won’t notice the closed door and then I hear it again “no no no no no!” In walks my son. I start getting dressed and he pulls on my clothes as I’m trying to get my jeans on… personally I don’t want to wear clothes either but dammit I’ve gotta.

 

I’ve also realized that my SON doesn’t want to do anything “want to play with your laptop?” “Want to go for a walk?” “Want to go in the car?” I get the head shake along with the N word to the point where I quite literally want to put my hands over my ears and sing “na na na na na I can’t hear you!”

 

In the end I’ve got to ask… “son, do you know what you’re talking about?” “No?” “Do you want to solely decide what you and everyone else in this household does?” “No?” “Will you PLEASE for the love of God learn the word YES!” Either way we all know that mom and dad have the magical parental power to VETO “no” out.

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