{"id":1627,"date":"2010-05-31T06:45:58","date_gmt":"2010-05-31T10:45:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/?p=1627"},"modified":"2010-05-31T06:49:57","modified_gmt":"2010-05-31T10:49:57","slug":"no-means-no","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2010\/05\/no-means-no\/","title":{"rendered":"No Means No"},"content":{"rendered":"

There was a boy his name was Nat
\nHe couldn’t make up his mind-oh
\nYes, yes, no, no, no
\nYes, yes, no, no, no
\nYes, yes, no, no, no
\nHe couldn’t make up his mind, oh.
\n–Nat, 4 years old, song from preschool (sung to the tune of ‘Bingo’)<\/em><\/p>\n

Yesterday we went to a barbecue with old friends. These are people who always make me laugh and always make amazing food. We were all outside for the most part, sitting in their meadow-like backyard while kids played in the pool. We’d brought Nat and Ben with us, Max having been invited to the first of many graduation parties. These days having the five of us together at one time is really an event, sigh. So much so that I find myself thinking, “Hey! Family of Five!” when it happens. (When Ben was born, I’d made up this song:<\/p>\n

Family of Five, Family of Five,
\nSo much trouble just to stay alive
\nThey’re always tired
\nPlease don’t get fired
\nFamily of Five.)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Anyway, our friends have a dog and a cat. Every time they invite us up, I ask what the situation will be with Lindsay, the dog, because Nat is afraid of dogs.\u00a0 It’s kind of a habit of mine, because the reality is that I don’t want my friends to do anything special with the dog; I want Nat to stop being afraid of her.\u00a0 It’s just one of those things, one of my goals.\u00a0 I see no reason for Nat’s fear of this dog.\u00a0 Lindsay is friendly and not obnoxious in the constant-barking, jumping-up, crotch-sniffing way dogs have.\u00a0 But Nat just fears all of them.\u00a0 “NO,” he will say when a dog approaches, and he scrambles behind Ned or me, and almost tries to climb up on us to get away.\u00a0 He is utterly, irrationally, phobic about dogs and cats.<\/p>\n

And yet, there is this element of fascination he has for them. He’s not screaming running away.\u00a0 He’s not teary, or upset.\u00a0 It’s just this insistent, “NO, NO,” while looking at the dog.\u00a0 It is not like real fear.\u00a0 Yesterday I felt that it was almost like a rote response.\u00a0 Or a game.<\/p>\n

So Ned and I set about getting him over it.\u00a0 Lindsay hung out at our feet for a long time, while Nat said, “NO,” quietly and continuously, all while staring at the dog in fascination.\u00a0 We extended the backs of our hands to Lindsay to let her lick and sniff them, to show Nat that was okay, and nice.\u00a0 Everytime we would say, “Nat, show Lindsay your hand, like this!” Lindsay would extend her head towards Nat, watching him in curiosity.<\/p>\n

Little by little, Nat started extending his hand in Lindsay’s direction, never close enough for actual contact, and still saying, “NO.”\u00a0 Lindsay would try to meet him halfway, but she knew that she should not be too forward with him.\u00a0 This continued for awhile, with us saying, “Nat, really, she’s just a little friend, she likes you, it’s okay,” and all of that stuff you say about dogs, and with Nat still saying, “NO,” and yet sticking his hand out — but always too far away actually to touch Lindsay.<\/p>\n

After awhile Nat started smiling while saying, “NO,” and we all laughed.\u00a0 He never did touch the dog.\u00a0 He had made up his mind,oh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There was a boy his name was Nat He couldn’t make up his mind-oh Yes, yes, no, no, no Yes, yes, no, no, no Yes, yes, no, no, no He couldn’t make up his mind, oh. –Nat, 4 years old, song from preschool (sung to the tune of ‘Bingo’) Yesterday we went to a barbecue […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1627","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pSTth-qf","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1627"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1630,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627\/revisions\/1630"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1627"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1627"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1627"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}