As I walked down the streets of Frankfurt the other day and saw a sweater with these words, I laughed a lot. Because ever since Baby Lifestylette has started to crawl, I have the impression that I am saying these words ALL. the. time. When I change her and she grabs the nappy bin, c'est non! When she goes for the plugs - which of course are baby-proof - and puts her fingers into them, c'est non! When she crawls to the suitcase and tries to put the full-of-cities'-dirt-wheels into her clean...