Seriously, that’s what Baguette kept saying yesterday as I was using the stand mixer: “No, Mommy!” I tried to explain that I was making shortbread, which she loves, but I continued to get “No, Mommy!” in response. Apparently the only things allowed to make noise are the TV and the laptop.
Meanwhile, she can’t get enough of my iPod, any phone, or the remote control. And somehow she’s managed to reprogram both our answering machine and our thermostat.
Whatever. We’re going to replace that thermostat anyhow. In the meantime? No shortbread for you, Baguette.