I hate footprints

My conversation with Lover Boy started when he was talking to himself as he painted a picture. He kept saying over and over to himself “Me hate footprints”. I decided to talk with him about it.
ME: What are you saying?
LB: Mommy, me hate footprints
ME: you what?
LB: Me HATE footprints
ME: I hate footprints
LB: you hate footprints too?
ME: no silly, say I hate footprints instead of me hate footprints. Umm why do you hate footprints?
LB: I hate footprints
ME: I know but why?
LB: ‘cause I hate footprints, I hate mommy footprints, dada footprints, brother footprints and sister footprints. I hate all those (he doesn’t have a sister)
ME: Is there a reason you hate them
LB: yeah
ME: why?
LB: ’cause... I hate footprints
ME: what do you hate about footprints?
LB: What I hate about footprints is I hate moner footprints
ME: did you say monster footprints ?
LB: yeah, not people,.. actually I do
ME: What does hate mean
LB: hate means bad, me tell my teacher , teacher, does hate mean bad and she say (different voice) yeah hate means bad. See, hate mean bad.
ME: What is a footprint?
LB: footprint is... is... see these (points to feet) um... um.... no tell you yet follow me (walks outside) mama help me find mud
ME: what? Why mud
LB: I need mud to put my feet to make footprint
ME: does water work?
LB : no must be mud
ME: let’s just try water
LB: (steps in pool) see, no make footprint
ME: step on side walk right after you get your foot wet
LB: oh yeah, but not good because disappears
I never did find out why he hates footprints, but it was a precious conversation with my three year old.