Eirinn’s new, over-used phrase du jour is “My don’t like it.” But she pronounces it with some indecipherable drawl. It is “My don’t loyk it” to be exact. Also, on occasion, “My don’t loyk it. Any. More.” We’re pretty sure what she means to say is “My don’t want it” because since she started using this phrase a couple of weeks ago, she ‘no likes’ the following, among many other random things:
shirts with a turtleneck
shirts with buttons
shirts with zippers
shirts with sleeves
shirts with sleeves rolled up
her pink coat
her other pink coat
her pink mitts
her other pink mitts
food, including that which she has already consumed a good deal of
movies that she asked to be played
tv shows which were her favourite less than five minutes ago
going to bed
All of this is somehow magically and similtaneously cute and unbearably frustrating. We absolutely adore her new found accent (which includes pronouncing Donkey from Shrek “Don-kay”) and selfishly hopes she keeps it, despite the fact that she will be made fun of terribly when she enters school. She’s tough; she can handle a bit of ribbing. But on the other hand, it’s awfully tiring never knowing what will please her, even after she asks for something quite specifically.
I’m sure most toddlers go through a phase like this. Seeing how far their parents will go to please them and how far they can try their patience before it snaps. Luckily for Eirinn her parents think she’s painfully adorable and little things like this, while not tolerated (she does get reprimanded for being impossibly finicky), are filed away under Things We Will Remember Fondly.