...after reading some of these posts I realize that I must be a tough New York piece of grizzle...
My kids tell me in all earnestness they hate me all the time I tell them to do their homework and go to bed; dress appropriately; speak like a gentleman; pronounce your words correctly.
I hear it so often that I let it roll off my back.
They tell their mother that too; my wife and I just laugh and tell them to " get on line".
I know the kids love me ( and their mother), no matter what they say. They are little humans with no real life experience to speak of and they react so quickly to their own emotions--who could possibly get upset over such preadolescent verbal nonsense? They learn from experience; which it is our parental job to teach them.
In my next life I am coming back as my kids; the've got it made.