As we sat down to dinner last night my 3-yr-old pointed to the enchiladas on the table and said, "I don't like that. It tastes yucky and I hate it. What is it? I hate it."
I replied, "You don't even now what it is. How can you hate something if you don't even know what it is?"
"Because they aren't brownies," was the response.
He had me there.
I can never get a 'good' picture of him because he always has to make some sort of silly face.