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Usually Squirts is a sponge. He hears every word, every conversation, every phrase spoken around him, soaking it in with little response or reaction. Then one day, BAM, he’ll add the words or phrases to his four-year-old vocabulary.

On one particular day last week though, the topic of conversation was too important for him to remain a quiet bystander: San Francisco’s ban on McDonald’s Happy Meals.

As he overheard me commenting on the city’s pending new law, he looked up from his row of Hot Wheels and asked, “What about Happy Meals?”

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Squirts must think that his mommy’s and daddy’s favorite word is “No.” From his perspective, it has to look like we throw the word around like confetti on New Year’s Eve. To Squirts, it must seem like our tongue is curled and our lips are pursed just waiting to spit the word out every time he asks a question. To him, it must seem like it’s just easier for us to say “No” than to reach into our store of big kids words.

“No, Squirts. You can’t have Skittles for breakfast.”

“No, Squirts. I haven’t called the police because you refused to brush your teeth.”

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We were at Target buying a couple of birthday presents. Squirts had recently turned two and was standing in the cart as he and I headed to the toy section. Yes, I said standing in the cart, OK? And yes, I saw the pictogram with the slash through a child standing in the cart. But the people who draw those pictures have apparently never had a 2-year-old who wanted to stand in the cart. That’s not even the point of the story, so you can stop wagging your finger and read on.

Squirts’ mommy is hunting down a gift in another part of the store while we hit the toy aisle. As Squirts looks in awe and imagines what a life with this many toys would be like, I turn to the wall of Yu-Gi-Oh games we’ve come to pick up. While I try to decipher exactly what a Yu-Gi-Oh is, Squirts rattles on behind me about some toy he needs to take home.

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I’ve been out of town this week away from my home, my wife and my son. Shortly before I left I was alone with Squirts for a few minutes watching TV. I think it was a new cartoon called “Kick Buttowski.” Can you believe that’s the name of a kid’s cartoon?

Anyway, that seemed like a good moment to talk to Squirts about my being gone for a few days. The conversation went something like this.

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