Bump It

Hollyn got really mad at me last night when I wouldn't let her play with the handsoap.  (She loads it up in her hair).  She she was crying and yelling at me.  I asked, "What do you want?  Do you want to hug me?"  She  yelled "no!" defiantly.  I asked, "Do you want to kiss me?"  "No!" she again responded.  I tried, "Do you want to hit me?"  "No!"  "Do you want to push me?"  "No!"  I held out my fist.  "Do you want to bump it?"  "Nooo" she said, but less surely, considering.  I tried again. "Want to bump it?"  She hesitated, then slowly raised her fist and gave me a bump. A minute later she was laughing with her brothers as they ran around calling "bump it! bump it!"  Never underestimate the power of The Bump.