Cooking on the playground
I was pushing Jon on a swing, when he called out "More salt!. I pushed a bit higher. After a minute, he called out "More pepper!" I pushed a bit higher. Then he said, "Hot sauce!"
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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