Jonathan was having a bad case of the "Nos" this morning. He was sitting on the sofa, crying. I asked him if he wanted something to drink, and he said "No". I asked him if he wanted breakfast, and he said "No." I asked him if he wanted to watch cartoons, and he said "No." Jim asked him if he wanted to just sit there and say "No", and he gave a look of recognition and didn't say no.

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