I'm Not

Lately, Troy has started to say, “I’m not...” to politely decline our requests for him to do something.

Dada: “Troy, come in here, so I can change your diaper.”

Troy: “I’m not changing my diaper.”

Dada: “I know. I’m changing it, so get in here so I can do it.”

Troy: “I’m not getting a new diaper.”

Dada: “That wasn’t a choice. You’re getting a new diaper, and then you’re going night-night.”

Troy: “I’m not going night-night. I’m watching dinosaurs.”

Dada: “No, you’re not watching dinosaurs, and yes, you are going night-night. I’m also going to brush your teeth, so get ready for that.”

Troy: “I’m not brushing my teeth.”

Dada: “You seem to think you have a choice in all this. This is not a democracy, it’s the monarchy of dada.”

Troy: “I’m not in a mon…mon…arch…ee.”

Dada: “That’s what you think, now get in here.”