Yesterday afternoon we were in the car, running errands. Our house has been plagued with a particularly pungent case of being three the past few days, so I was hoping to prepare Asher ahead of time that our trip to the mall was going to be perfunctory, not entertainment. "Asher," I said, "We're just going to the department store. We don't have time to go see the fountains today." He received this news exactly as every preschooler being told "no" at 5 p.m. does, and from the back seat he began bellowing, "AW! But I DO want to go to the mall! Yes! Yes fountains! Yes mall!" His protests quickly just became a wail of, "Yes!" from the back seat.
Silas, meanwhile, was observing and plotting. Every time his brother bellowed, "YES!" in protest, Silas calmly - and deliberately - said, "No." Actually, Silas' "No" sounds like "Nome." Pretty soon, the back seat is all, "YES!" "Nome." "YES!" "Nome." A minute or two later, Asher becomes irritated by his brother (imagine that) and says to him, "NO! You don't say that. NO!" to which Silas calmly - and deliberately - responds, "Yes."