i was born in vermont and the old man who kept my aunt's farm hated the local banker. so every time someone mentioned him george would say, "that lawrence, he's dumber than a egg."
when my kids were little and naughty i'd tell them i loved them, but i didn't like what they had done. one day 3yr old joshua looked at me, shook his head and said, "i wuv you, mommy. but i don't wike you right now".
Josh sent me to my room one day because i wasn't being nice. i was enjoying the quiet time out (my dh was home) when josh came in and told me i could come out now, and i said no i can't. joshua asked why not? so i told him, i'm not ready to be nice. in our house it was nice to be important, but more important to be nice.