Baby: More!
Mommy: No.
Baby: More!
Mommy: No!
Baby: More! More!
Mommy: No. No!
Baby: Moooooorrree.
Mommy: Ok. One more time.
Because, really, how can you argue with someone who smells like Teddy Grahams and has your face and calls you “Mommy”
(especially when what she wants “more” of is just to be swung around in the air by you, as you both laugh and say “Weeee!” in the first place)?
Lesson learned.
She wins, yet again.
(but I’ll let you in on a little secret. So do I.)