Protest.
Falco is way into the “no” phase of toddlerhood, and while I’m sure Matt would disagree, I think it is pretty hilarious. He doesn’t say “No!” in the rude, sassy tone that I have heard other kids use (I’m sure that’s still to come). Instead, he yells a long, desperate NOOOOOOOO that is funny because it seems like way too strong of a reaction to whatever he is yelling about. Like when I moved his bubble mower a few inches or when the dog took a piece of ice that he dropped on the floor, he started yelling “no” almost in a panic. He also does it when he starts doing something he isn’t supposed to like unrolling toilet paper or shaking the floor lamp. That is handy because it gives me a heads up that he is getting into trouble, unlike when he comes to me and says, “Uh oh” after the damage is already done.
