Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: Owies.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: Dirty.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: Nasty.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: We’re out of diapers.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: Not in a Catholic country.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: you’re not of legal drinking age.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: not for the driver.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: pancreatic cancer.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: stingrays.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: the ocean is coming.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: the Romans are coming.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: wayward kites cause strangulation.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: dogs find you tasty.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: tricycles don’t launch fast enough.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: the tide is unforgiving.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: the tent will blow away.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: the tent will collapse.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: the things hanging from the tent will collapse on you.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: dishrags are not proper sources of hydration.

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: you pooped on the floor!

Me: No!
Alana: Why?
Me: you have poor balance.