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(