We have a policy in this house in regards to whining. I don’t understand whining. Period. If my children want something, they need to ask without whining. Chase isn’t a fan of the policy, and resorted to spontaneously broken legs the other day in order to try to get me to listen to him….
Chase was laying in the hall, whining for me to come to him. After listening to him whine a few times I reminded him that I don’t listen to whiners. Then he said…
“Mommy, come over here. I can’t come there, my legs are broken.”
So already at 3 years we are suffering from both selective hearing and broken limbs. My poor boys.