Someone taught Evelyn how to say, “No way.”  I don’t know who, but for the record, there Lost-Vivor-like score has been decremented one point.  When Evie doesn’t like something now the no way comes out.  It was cute the first time, strange the second time, irritating the third time, patronizing the fourth, and Beethoven’s fifth [that was a non-sequitur, it wasn’t supposed to make sense just in case you’re Lost].  For example today at lunch Evelyn was told to come give me a snuggle (read:hug) before going to bed.  I picked her up and said, “Give me a snuggle.”

“No way.”

Just re-telling that story has debited the person who taught her that yet another point.