Y is for “Yes”
Yes is not a word you get to say very much when you’re a mom. No, however, I’m very familiar with. “No” I can’t go to your party because I don’t have a baby sitter. “No” you cannot jump from the tenth stair and see if you can actually fly. “No” I do not know where my five year old learned to say “No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!”. (Ok, that’s a lie, I do know.)
I wish I could just say “Yes” all the time. My life would be easier, run more smoothly. But then, in ten, twenty, thirty years or so son J will have turned into a complete jackass, and I don’t want that either.