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dr_pretentiousGareth wanted to stick his digging implements into the sandbox handle-side-down, with their various blades and prongs up in the air. A little plastic rake kept toppling over. Cue whining. I said, in my best attempt at a non-judgmental, observational tone, "Sweetheart, you are making a whining noise. What are you trying to tell me?"
GARETH:
I'm trying to tell you AAAAEEEEEEHHH!
ME:
I see. Would you like help, or are you just trying to get something out of your system?
GARETH:
I'm trying to get AAAEEEHH out of my system.
ME:
Fair enough. If you change your mind and want help with anything, just let me know.
GARETH:
Okay. AAAAEEEEeehh. All done!
If only all his moments of whiny went that well. (Come to think of it, I wish I handled all my moments of whiny with as much grace.) Sometimes I get a glimpse of what he'll be like when his development catches up with his temperament, and I'm immensely grateful to the universe.
GARETH:
I'm trying to tell you AAAAEEEEEEHHH!
ME:
I see. Would you like help, or are you just trying to get something out of your system?
GARETH:
I'm trying to get AAAEEEHH out of my system.
ME:
Fair enough. If you change your mind and want help with anything, just let me know.
GARETH:
Okay. AAAAEEEEeehh. All done!
If only all his moments of whiny went that well. (Come to think of it, I wish I handled all my moments of whiny with as much grace.) Sometimes I get a glimpse of what he'll be like when his development catches up with his temperament, and I'm immensely grateful to the universe.
