We have a new mantra in our house.
Nick, April, or Nathan, or any combination of said names: Doggie toys arrrrre...
Michael: YUCKY!
Over. And over. And over...
The problem is that it's becoming more of a game and less of a redirecting tactic. Yucky to us has an unmistakably negative connotation. To Michael, maybe it's just a really really fun word to say. Why, why, why is there such an obsession with Michael touching slimy, doggie, chew, plastic-thingies or ratty, old, nasty plush rabbits? They even LOOK yucky. Now that I think about it, Michael is really into washing his hands. It is such a riot. Maybe he has me figured out because after he touches a doggie toy, one or more of us start the "doggie toys arrrre..." chant. After that, he gets to shout, "Yucky!" After that he gets to wash his hands. Lots and lots of attention. Hmmm. Maybe I am being scammed. HA!
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