Maybe Later

Peyton really makes me think twice about the things that I say.

A lot of times when she would ask for things that I didn't want her to have (mac and cheese for breakfast, candy all the time, or to play outside at 5 a.m.) my reply would be, "Not right now. Maybe later." This was better than "no." If I told her no she would throw a fit. "Maybe later" seemed to appease her.

Well, now she says it to me. A lot. Well, she sort of says it. It sounds like, "maymee yaytuh."

Me: Peyton, it's time for everybody to get ready for bed.
P: Maybe later.

Me: Sweet girl, PLEASE be more quiet. Your sister is sleeping.
P: Can't! Maybe later, okay Mom? Mom!? MAYBE LATER, OKAY?

Me:Peej, you need to hop in the tub.
P: Maybe later.

Me: Peyton, you smell like you pooped. Want to bring me a diaper so I can change you?
P: Eh, maybe later.

Or sometimes it works like this...

P: Mom! I yanna go shyimming!
Me: ...no, Peyton. It's freezing.
P: Maybe later?

or...

(Sitting down together as a family to eat dinner. Peyton points to her salad or other vegetable.)
P: Mom, Daddy, I eat these maybe later.

On an unrelated note, Peyton left her pigtails in all day. This is serious progress.