I Don’t Like You

This weekend, Eric disciplined Stephen. Stephen responded, “I don’t like you, Daddy!” Instead of dissolving into tears like a mother would have, Daddy calmly replied, “That’s ok. I have friends who do.”
Proud of my stalwart husband, I piped up, “I like Daddy!” And I gave him a big hug. Not wanting to be left out, Stephen joined the family hug and then “played football” with Daddy. Over the course of the weekend, Stephen repeated his new phrase a few times to Eric, sometimes even adding, “but I love Mommy!” I felt sorry for Eric, but felt confident that my Mommy-shield would protect me from similar verbal abuse. Not so.
This morning, I said, “Stephen, let’s go have breakfast!”
“No!” He yelled. “I don’t like you.”
I was tempted to give him the “Boy, do you have any IDEA how much I suffered bringing you into this world, and how many nights I lost sleep feeding you from my own breast, and how I never eat a hot dinner because I’m serving you…” speech, but instead decided to take the Daddy route.
“That’s ok,” I said. “I have friends who like me. I can play with them.”
Stephen got a worried look on his face. “I love you, Mommy,” he said, and gave me a big hug.


About jennyvogan

Author of "Stephen's Mom," a blog documenting the funny, crazy life of raising four boys while keeping my day job as an ultrasound tech.
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One Response to I Don’t Like You

  1. Eric Vogan says:

    I was misquoted, though the spirit is the same. I said, “That’s OK. We’re going to have another baby, and he’ll like me.”

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