Monday (Saturday) moan: ''Don't like it...''

It's not Monday, it is Saturday but I can't contain this rant for two more days. If there is a partial sentance that is driving me mad this weekend 'don't like it' is it. It doesn't seem to matter what I hand Little E she seems set on rejecting the first three things I suggest. From the type of pyjama bottoms to the colour of her pen she will screw her face up and announce ''don't like it'' as if I have handed her a rotten banana. Foods which she usually loves are being met with this rebuttal as are her favourite toys (and her favourite people).  It is like I am stuck in some bizarre South Park parody...

There appears to be two ways I can handle it; Succumb and hope she'll like something eventually if I offer her the entire contents of the fridge or stand my ground and physically force her into the blue jeggings while she scratches my face and screams her head off (then removes the jeggings 45 seconds later). Neither are very appealing so perhaps i'll just ignore the situation entirely until she is hungry enough to eat whatever I offer her. If i turn the heating off she may even put the jeggings back on...

Whilst I type this she has drawn on her bare arm with a pink pen which she ''don't like it' ten minutes ago. Clearly she found a satisfactory use for it in the end.