I Don't Love You

"I don't love you" "I don't like you"
It's started with my little sweet pea. Sweet? Hmmm....

A few minutes ago she wanted pink milk. A special treat. I told her she could have a sip (Hello? Couldn't she see I was making dinner? And if I filled the cup up to the top with pink milk she WOULD NOT eat her dinner?)
She didn't want a sip. She wanted so much that it would spill over the top. So instead of drinking her sip (1/4 of the cup...I was sooo generous!! I know!) she said she was going to drop it on the floor!!! The floor!!! I would have to mop! Mop!?! I don't mop! Men mop! MMMMop for MMMMEn!
SO - she then says....wait for it...."I don't love you."

WHAT??!!! OVER MILK?!!!?

So...this is what I've decided...
Every time I hear "I don't like you", or "I don't love you" what they are REALLY saying is.....

"Mom, thanks so much for loving me enough to not give me everything that I want. I really appreciate all you do and I couldn't have asked for a prettier, nicer, lovelier mom in all the world than you. You bless my life. You are the wind beneath my wings. You are the best! When I grow up, I want to be just like you!!! And Mom, If Chuck Norris had a mom he would want that Mom to be you."

Think of that from now on!
I don't love you? Pshhh!!