They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery. Tell that to any mother of a preschooler and she'll tell you that it actually destroys worlds.
Every mom wants to share the things she loves with her children. For example, a favorite song or book or movie.
I used to love Joan Jett. I have seen her in concert a few times and always thought of "I Love Rock and Roll" as the summation of my childhood (I was a strange kid).
Lila also loves that song. In fact, she loves it so much that when I played the CD one time while driving her to the sitter, she "rocked out" through the whole song, then merrily shouted, "AGAIN!" By the third time, she was singing along to the chorus and "OOOOOW"-ing in that high-pitched voice of hers. Luckily, it only took 3 times to get where we were going.
But it didn't stop there. She needed it every time we got into the car. Some time around the 218th time in a row I heard it (and nothing else) while driving, I told her that I forgot the disc in the house. A full-on heartbreak ensued and she cried the entire trip to the grocery store and back. And even though I could have simply put it on because I was obviously lying, I didn't want her to know I was lying and so instead I endured her tears and whining.
Needless to say, I cringe when I hear it now.
She did the same to my favorite color, which used to be purple. Lila LOVES purple. And after painting her room purple, and getting her purple sheets, a purple rug, purple curtains, a purple bookcase and pretty much any toy that contains purple in it, she started to insist on wearing something purple every single day. We have A LOT of purple socks and underwear and she would only wear one pair of shoes (can you guess what they look like) every day if I would let her.
She has done this with Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, which was my favorite Disney movie. I hate it now. This happened with Tom and Jerry cartoons. It happened with a children's book I kept around BEFORE I EVER EVEN THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE A KID, Ferdinand the Bull, which Lila wore out in a matter of days. It happens with foods, with games (I was thrilled the FIRST time she wanted to play Candyland. The 7,586th time? Not so much.).
Because preschoolers are nothing if not obsessive.
(Image from http://www.last.fm/music/Joan+Jett/+images/5113011)