No!

Annabel is in a phase right now where she likes to mess with things she knows she's not supposed to get into. She likes to climb onto the couch, grab hold of the floor lamp, and start shaking for all she's worth, all the while looking at me with an impish grin.

If she could talk, I'm sure she would say, "What are you going to do about it?"

Of course, she usually chooses a time for her antics when my hands are full of dirty dishes, poopy diaper, a stack of books, or whatever things a mother's hands are often full of.

Last week, she added something new to her rigmarole.

She was messing with the night light in her room for the umpteenth time that day. I scolded her and put the night light away. Then I stood in front of her in my best parental stance--hands on hips, lips pressed together, stern voice--and said, "No. You are not to touch that. No."

Annabel looked up at me with that mischievous grin and said, "No," in her cute little voice.

She toddled out of the room and went running down the hall chanting, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no."

So, I taught her a new word.