Next Time, I'm Asking for the Anti-whine Drug

Will has spent the day alternately whining and trying to crawl up my body. The whining is what's really making me crazy, though I must say he's inspired when it comes to this particular facet of childhood.

Today's whines include:

Why are those trees planted there? I don't like those trees. (When I encouraged him to find something more productive to whine about, say the state of things in Sub-Saharan Africa, he replied, "I'm not talking to you. I was talking to MY DAD!")

I don't liiiiiike that city bus. It has people on it. (Right. Remind me to call the city bus service to file that complaint for you.)

I don't liiiiike my sword! I don't waaaaaant my sword! I can't hooooold it anymore! (Why, oh why, does he insist on acting like he can't part his toys from his fingers without my intervention?)

I really really don't like everybody! (Again, whatever. YOU HAVEN'T LIKED A SINGLE THING ALL DAY. COLOR ME NOT SURPRISED.)

When the kid isn't whining, he's asking questions. Hundreds of thousands of questions. His favorite new game is this:

Mom, what comes after four?

Five.

What comes after five?

Six.

What comes after six?

Seven.

...and so on, ad nauseum. Also popular are questions about movies or books he's been through a billion times.

Mom, is Lightning McQueen a race car? Why is he a race car? Is a bad guy? Is he red? Does he like that blue car? Is the tow truck's name Mater? Is he Lightning McQueen's friend?

I think I liked it better when he used sign language and only knew the sign for milk.

Comments

[Jacqui]

Sounds oddly familiar, just wait till he starts talking non-stop about his nice bad guys and claiming they make him do the stuff he isn't suppose to do! Today Ise whined all the way to town b/c he didn't want to be friends with anybody but everybody wants to be his friend...I swear, the world is maddening at that age!

[Cheez]

I would come by and take him out to not eat a cheeseburger Happy Meal, but someone left a large dash of the crud here and now I am whining also. And sneezing, and coughing and constantly blowwing my painfully sore schnozzzzzz.

Love, Cheez