What I Hate About My Daughter

The other day after her bath, my daughter was trying to find something about herself that I hated. I have no idea how she got this topic into her head. Our conversation went something like this (warning: this conversation contains some mild potty talk):


My Daughter: There has to be something about me that you don't like!

Me: Nope, I love everything about you!

My Daughter: I bet you hate my socks when they're really smelly!

Me: Nope! They smell sweet like you! I love that smell!

My Daughter: I bet you hate the inside of my nostrils.

Me: Nope! I think even your boogers are wonderful. Plus, they keep your body healthy by keeping germs out. How could I not like them?

My Daughter: My pee and poo! I bet you don't like my pee and poo!

Me: I love your pee and poo. When you pee, I don't have to worry about you getting a bladder or kidney infection. When you poo, I know your body's waste is leaving your body, keeping you nice and healthy!

My Daughter: (totally stumped by this point, and spending some minutes giving this some considerable thought). Tantrums! You hate it when I tantrum!

Me: (trying to word this diplomatically and failing miserably) Yup, you found something about yourself that I hate! Congrats! Luckily, you don't tantrum as much anymore. Yay!


And it's true! Things have been going pretty great lately! I think this conversation might contain the beginnings of a children's book. I wonder if my daughter would want to do the illustrations?