My dad tells me that when I was a little girl, I went through a phase during which I would say I hated everything - even things I clearly loved.
"I HATE my smurf hat!" (the hat that I refused to take off because I loved it so much)
"I HATE Kiki!" (our dog)
"I HATE my mom and dad!"
I would say I hated something, followed by my signature ornery smirk. Looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree: