Don't Yike...

DH was gone for a week. He was relaxing in Hawaii going scuba diving and to the movie theatre. He claims it was a work trip but somehow I wonder. Anyway things around here were crazy, they usually are, but this was on a much more uncontrolled scale. LD was a bit 2.5yo-ish. Being obstinate and doing the exact opposite of what I asked. His newest thing is "LD don't yike ..." insert pretty much whatever it is you're trying to get him to do, eat, wear, etc. The kid apparently doesn't like anything. I was stumped as to where he came up with that phrase, unlike when he occasionally lets a naughty curse word fly. I know where he heard those. DH is quite embarrassed to be married to someone who can out curse a sailor. One afternoon I was making dinner and listening to DH read Green Eggs and Ham to LD for about the 6th time in a row and it dawned on me, Dr. Seuss you rascal, you. When I shared my enlightenment with DH he told me he no longer yikes Dr. Seuss. I tend to agree. I've been working so hard to teach myself to cook and when I proudly serve up a new dish and my 2.5yo promptly tells me he doesn't yike it, my spirits are a bit crushed. I try to remind myself it's a phase and soon he'll be 3 and onto the next scary/annoying/frustrating phase.   I'll admit I did smile a little when he told me, "LD don't yike Daddy." when we had finished a Skype call with him in Hawaii. I agree son, I agree. Sometimes Mommy doesn't yike Daddy either. Especially when he's getting 8+ hours of sleep in a balmy 85 degree tropical locale and I'm outside shoveling the sidewalk in 19 degree weather.