My friend's nephew, Pete, joined us for dinner last night. I was complaining about how much my husband loves salmon. "I hate salmon," I said. Pete smiled at me and told me I shouldn't say hate. I laughed, and agreed. The conversation turned to weather. "I hate to be cold."
From across the room, I glimpsed Pete as he turned his head, whispering, "We don't say that."
I had no idea how often Negative Nellie was inviting herself to my party--but thanks to Pete's gentle reminder, she is officially off the guest list.
Pete's got a big birthday coming up this summer: he'll be 4.