We’ve just come through a magnificent whining phase in our family. Yes, they’ve been sick so we need to cut them a little slack here and there. But the other night, Mommy and Daddy’s well of patience and compassion went dry as the Sahara desert in a dust storm.
Picture Mommy and Daddy sitting at the dinner table, book ended by snot nosed little tots in their booster seats, making a futile attempt at a short conversation, a rare occurence before 8:30pm in the house, when the whines of the 4-year-old begin. Then imagine those whines escalating rapidly to ear-piercing volumes, the kind that make you want to rip out your eardrums for relief. Meanwhile, across the table, the 2-year-old pushes her chair away from the table, ripping off her bib, tossing a fork across the room, shoving her plate across the table and declaring, “don’t like this!” Even though last week…
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