My mom is trying to teach Tornado E not to whine or throw a fit when he gets a “no” in response to his request. (I, for the record, just send him in his room until he’s dealt with his issues.) She tells him, “Tornado E, sometimes the answer is no.”
Yesterday I was dressing Tornado S, and he wanted to play with a tiny toy ninja that belonged to Tornado E.
Me: Tornado S, that’s Tornado E’s. You’ll have to ask him.
Tornado S: Pease, Brother. Pease may have ninja?
Tornado E: No.
Tornado S started to wail.
Tornado E: Tornado S, sometimes the answer is no.