G is for Grrrrrrrrrrowl

"No." Camryn stated for about the forty-seventh time that day.

"Camryn, please come here."
"No."
"Will you pick up your spoon?"
"No."
"Make a good choice. You don't want a time out, do you?" (In my best sing-songy voice.)
"No."
"Would you like peas or carrots with your lunch?"
"No."

And that was the last straw.

"I do not want to hear you say 'No' to me one more time! You may not talk to Mommy that way. Do you understand?"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr," she growled back at me.

Um, okay. Not sure how to react. I guess that technically wasn't a "No." Can't really argue. Must instead try not to laugh, but just...can't...help...myself.

And we both explode in giggles.