Me: Do you want milk?
Gabriel: Waaaaahhh!
Me: Do you want some cereal?
Gabriel: Uuuuuhhhhh!
Me: Let's play with your blocks.
Gabriel: No!
Me: Let's read a book.
Gabriel: Mmmmaaaamamamamama!
The whine.
I hate whining. I know I'm not alone. In fact, most people probably find this part of childhood particularly annoying. But for me, it's on a whole different level. Constant whining is my idea of life in hell.
Dictionary.com defines "whine" as:
1. to utter a low, usually nasal, complaining cry or sound, as from uneasiness, discontent, peevishness, etc.
| 2. | to snivel or complain in a peevish, self-pitying way |
Peevish, self-pitying. Yep. That would describe what I've been hearing on a constant basis for the last 3 weeks. The sound of that "uuuuuhhhhhhh......" all day long in that distinct pitch of voice makes me want to set myself on fire.
Right now I'm working on a cure for whining. So far I'm 0 for 458. Is there hope? Is there relief from this stage? If your answer is "when they're 18 and out of your house," you are not helpful. Try again.
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