Gracie is, or can be… a little contrary. Let’s just say she seems to enjoy not liking things more than she does liking things. Bubble bath? The other girls can’t get enough of it. But Gracie shakes her head and says, “I don’t like bubblths.”
Perhaps if you’ve read much here, you’ve caught on that Gracie and I have a special time of mother/daughter conversation while she uses the restroom before her nap. Strange as it might sound, it’s one of the most entertaining, (dare I say, favorite?) times of my day. This conversation basically consists of her monologue-ing and me just saying something every now and then to keep her going. One day, early on in the two year old stage, she began to tell about things she didn’t like.
“I don’t like bugths!”
“I don’t like bugs either, Gracie.”
“Yeah, them gwoss!”
But it was cuter than that. Imagine her scrunching up her nose and shaking her head when she says, “Bugths.” It continued.
“I don’t like beeths.”
“I don’t like waspths. ”
“I don’t like anths.”
“I don’t like ca-ta-pil-wa-ths.”
“I don’t like butterflieths.”
I had to disagree here. “You don’t like butterflies? I like butterflies.”
“Mm…no, I don’t like butterflieths.” And the nose scrunches and the head shakes.
It was too much.
I don’t know how long we would ask her, “Gracie, do you like bugs?”
And she would tell us.