Still winter for a few more hours
It's 63 degrees, and Jon was hot and sweaty from running around the playground for over an hour. I told him that when we got home he could have a drink and rest. "I'd like cocoa. It's still winter."
Do you want cheese with that whine?
I didn't realize that, along with every contagious disease that comes down the pike, that I would also catch the dreaded scourge of whining. I was at the doctor's office yesterday, loaded down with sweet little baby, when the receptionist handed me a three page document to fill out. "Do I have to do it now?" I whined.
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