Oh hey, new milestone.
My kid just told me that he hates me for the first time. He screamed it in my face and tried to hit me. Like 5 times in a row. I mean he’s told me that I’m the worst mom ever plenty of times, but a full out I hate you? That was new.
So good thing to get out of the way while they’re young, right? So now when he’s a teenager and he says it all the time, it won’t make me cry anymore. Right?
I mean I totally deserved it.
I put bubbles in his bath.
Both of my boys have said it so many times now that it doesn’t even bother me anymore. I know they don’t mean it, and they’re just trying to find the nastiest thing to say when they’re frustrated.
I always say, “I know. But that’s okay, I still love you.” And then I make kissy faces.
Drives them fucking mental.
Maybe he wanted to make his own bubbles?
