“I don’t hate this daddy”, she says, holding up her juice.
“whats that?” I say to her.
“I dont hate this…”
I look at her funny.
She says it again, “I dont…. I dont hate this.”
I repeat, playing along now “what?”
“I DONT HATE THIIISSS!!” She yells, stamping her foot… in a scary impersonation of me….
“Oh”, I say, “You Don’t hate this?”
“Yeah Daddy, I don’t hate this.” She says, nodding earnestly
“OK.. so you like it?” I query.
“But..” I stammer
“I dont hate this”… as she brandishes the juice.
“So You Don’t like it”, I self correct, again.
“No DADDY.. I dont HATE this…”
gleefully chugging the juice, and grinning around the mouthpiece..
“OK… OK”, I say……. and slowly back away….
So it may be something she doesnt hate… but she seems to chug it like she likes it… i will take that… she is 2…. well, 2 and a half…. I am sure she will be stressing that soon enough… god help me…