Silas will be 3 in January, that makes him 2 and 5/6 years old. He loves popsicles. Everytime we walk by the freezer, he says, “Can I have a popsicle?” Anytime he is told no, his resonse is, “Awwwww,” frequently followed by him wilting to the floor like he is totally defeated.
My friend Kim kept my boys a few weekends ago so that Tracy and I could go to a marriage conference. At some point during the conference, I received a text, “Does Silas ever get told no?” Followed by, “I had to put his sword in time out because he hit both Davis and Cannon, and he cried like the world had ended.” The truth is, I don’t tell him no a lot. Silas is sweet and cute and simply hard to say no to. He doesn’t ask for much either.
So, I guess, “No” is the end of the world to a 2 year old who doesn’t ask for much.