"No, no Mama! Hurting me!!!"
My son has a new catch phrase. Its delivery is accompanied by a truly devastating hound-dog expression in his enormous brown eyes. He says it with a perfect mix of pitiful sadness and shocked injustice. He tosses out this ultimate reprimand whenever I infringe on his rights and freedoms, like daring to change his diaper, dress him, wipe his face after mealtime, or strap him into the carseat. "No, no Mama! Hurting me!" I suppose in his perfect world he would just roam the planet, naked and free, without a mommy to cramp his style. That is, until he is tired, or hungry, or in actual pain. Then it's all "Hold you, peeease???" And I cave, because he's just soooo precious. See what I mean? Baby: 1,025,384. Mommy: 0.