Something strange has happen to my sweet little baby. The tiny little girl who, as an infant, slept through the night at 12 weeks old, rarely, cried, and had the most mellow dispositions ever….is having an out-of-body-experience. Now at 3 1/2, her vocabulary ain’t great, but has suddenly narrow drastically down to three little words. Here’s what I mean;
Me: “Sara, it’s for your bath”.
Sara: ” I don’t care“
Me: “Sara, do you have to go potty?”
Sara: “I don’t care”.
Me: “Time for bed Sara!”
Sara: “I don’t care”
You get the picture. Occasionally, she will mix it up a bit an throw a “I’m busy” or “don’t bodder me” after her favorite “I don’t care“. Her whole vibe screams “kiss my diapered butt!” on daily basis. Good Lord…she’s turning into ME! (minus the diapers. Most days I don’t need them anymore *smirk*)
As for her new favorite saying, I swear, I only remember uttering that phrase ONCE. That’s all it took for my little human tape recorder to pick it up. Someone told me once that parenthood is like putting a mirror on your child’s forehead. It’s an opportunity to hear and see all the unsavory things we forget we do. So for now I will grit my teeth and hope this latest copycat stage passes. As for the double-barreled nosepicking (both sides at once)… I wish Daddy woulda never showed her that………. 
Now ya gotta teach her “kiss my diapered butt”.
Oh I think 4 is just so much better than 3. Good luck till then.
Uh oh! Don’t worry about it too much. This too shall pass!
ok really I cant help but laugh! Its hilarious but I understand frustrating too. At least her daddy isnt a sailor like B’s is. I’m sure you’ve heard what they say about sailors eloquent vocab
Thanks for stoppin by my blog!
Dawn
Oh boy I wish I had some advice for you, but I don’t. I hope this phase passes quickly for you. I care. (get it? NOT I don’t care!)
I am trying to say “It doesn’t matter to me” rather than I don’t care…. While not seeming much different in theory, it is very different in tone…. (My husband doesn’t get it though…….)
My oldest is now 4 and I totally remember the ugliness that was 3. Two is when the tantrums start but 3 is when the mouth starts!
Oh SITSta sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you with the little princesss. Good luck to you
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Sorry for the trouble you are going through but I coldn’t help but laugh!It won’t be like this for long and you will look back one day and remember and smile.
At least she is not saying “What?” to everything you say. One of my daycare kiddos’ always cracking me up. The other day I was holding the door for him to go outside with me and he just stands there in the do so I say “”B” go on out.” and he comes back with a “All wright, jeeze!” He just turned two on May 30th.
HAHAH.What a great post. Stopping by from SITS to leave some bloggy love!
Three is the new “terrible two”. Apparently.