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Not nice.....but she spoke....

This morning my daughter was extremely fussy and whiney while my wife was doing her hair. She squealed, and strained, and whined and cried out trying to free herself from my wife's grasp. She has become quite willful as of late, and doesn't like to be held for very long. She really hasn't tried to articulate any thoughts to us verbally, more often than not, she will attempt to repeat things that we say...."Say, Mommy?...Say, Daddy?.....Say, Cookie?" You know how it goes. The teacher's at my daughter's daycare have a policy of not saying, "NO!" When they have to calm a child down, they simply say, "Not nice". They do this by shaking their index finger in a disapproving way and shaking their heads. Obviously my daughter has been called down quite a bit, or else has witnessed another child being disciplined. (I choose to believe the latter, because my daughter is obviously the best child in the world.) Well, anyway, back to what I was saying. She was getting her hair combed, and the boys were also in our room trying to watch ESPN. Suddenly Robbie looked at Alex angril and said, "QUIET!!" The baby was startled and stopped making noise for a few seconds, she jumped, and had a wide-eyed look on her face. After that she started in a low sorrowful wail and began to cry. Renee looked at Robbie and said, "You shouldn't do that Robbie." Then, out of the blue, Alex stopped her tears for a moment and pointed at him and began shaking her little index finger. She also gurgled out, "Nah Nigh!" There was complete silence in the room, and we all burst out laughing. So she finallyarticulated something....she spoke, but it wasn't nice!

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