Wednesday, August 6, 2008

I don't love you. I don't like you. You're bad.

Tonight I told wg2 he couldn't have anymore special treats.
He told me, "I don't love you. I don't like you. You're bad."
It's the first time I remember any of my kids saying that to me. I realize at this age he's closer to monkey than man, but it still hurt my feeling a smidge. It seems like it shouldn't, but it does.

1 comment:

kateonbroadway said...

aww my feelings would be hurt too=(