Kathryn turned to me and said, “I hate you” while she was shoveling purple spoonfuls of blueberries, raspberries and boysenberries, which I had so graciously thawed in the microwave, into her little gob (the little ingrate). Well “little gob” is a euphemism in our house for gynormous flip-top head. This kid was born with a 90th percentile head. That is a 13.39 inch circumference ladies
Published by DJ July 18th, 2006 in Mommyhood/Parenthood
Children say “I hate you” when they are reaching a more independent stage of development. This has to do with language development. Be glad she’s saying it, for those who have no language, never say this and never develop.