My mom is trying to teach Evan 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, “Evan, sometimes the answer is no.”
Yesterday I was dressing Sean, and he wanted to play with a tiny toy ninja that belonged to Evan.
Me: Sean, that’s Evan’s. You’ll have to ask him.
Sean: Pease, Brother. Pease may have ninja?
Sean started to wail.
Evan: Sean, sometimes the answer is no.