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……….