I've been thinking about my last post.  (Thanks for the encouragement, Amber!)  About #3, I guess I don't hate all of my body.  I'm actually very happy with my weight.  I have no problem with my face or hair.  Most of my features are just fine.  It's just one problem area that makes me crazy.  And it really is a problem, causing physical pain as well as mental/emotional distress.  There's not much I can do about it now, though, so I need to learn to let it go.
On to my toddler and her blossoming opinion:
I always make a suggestion for breakfast.  Smartie usually agrees and occasionally suggests something else.  Until today, Sweetie just ate whatever I put in front of her without fuss.  Not anymore!
Me: Do you girls want a bagle today?
Smartie : Ok.
Sweetie : 
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Me: Um, ok, what do you want?
Sweetie : A buh-buh-buh!
Me: ....Yeah, no idea.  Let's have bagles.
Sweetie : NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Ok, how about cereal?
Sweetie : NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Ok, how about a breakfast bar?
Sweetie : YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A BUH-BUH-BUH!!!!!!!!!!!
Then I got out the toaster to make Smartie's bagle, and she 
really lost it!  Calm down, kid!  I'll get your breakfast bar!8(