This falls under the "out of shammy experiences" category. Today I was playing with my 3-yr-old little girl and she started running toward me. Half way across the back patio, she jammed her left big toe into the patio furniture and toppled over. While I tried to comfort her, I said "don't you just hate stubbing your toe?" Between the whimpering and moaning, she responded "No. I don't hate anything, because 'hate' is a mean word." I think I'll try being more like Aubrie and delete the word "hate" from my vocabulary.