"No!" he wailed.
"No, no, no!!!!!"
That was one of my little brother's very first words. Although he knew "Mama" and "Dada", he never used them. It was always,"No", no matter what you said. I remember teasing him with his overused word by asking,"Are you nice?" or "Are you cute?" Never did he say the Y-word. Never. Not once.
When family came over one day, they had realized my brother's....weird ways, and started to follow suit. They teased him, but he still said,"No" while he balled his chubby graham-cracker infested hands into firsts. Yet, they laughed, and my brother was clueless, but loving every minute of attention.
On his birthday, my brother couldn't stand it anymore. Family was visiting, and we were pulling out the Toy Story cake. He clapped in glee, and his grubby face was covered in gunk. After singing "Happy Birthday", Mom did something amazing. He got my brother to say something other than no.
"Honey, do you want a piece of cake?" she asked him. "No!" he shouted once again. "Okay then, no cake for you!" she replied in a sing-song voice. "Yes! Cake!" my brother exclaimed.
We gasped. Yes! He said yes!