The redhead knows two languages. He's brilliant, what can I say?
I wish I could take credit for his academic prowess - we've spent hours reading books and discussing colors, numbers, and thoughts.
However, these two languages seem to be most commonly spoken amongst "his peeps".
The two languages I am referring to are English (in Big Boy Voice) and Whiny English.
The latter is what this post will focus on.
It seems this is his language of preference as of late. Even when I tell him to use his other language, he opts for Whiny English. He knows my disgust for all things whiny.
Unfortunately, he gets this language honest. In a way, he did learn it from me. I think it was imprinted on his genetic code upon conception just to get me back for speaking Whiny English to my mom when I was younger.
No matter where it came from, it must be nipped in the bud. I have no patience for such nonsense.
When Whiny English is spoken here, we tell the redhead to stop being a "whinypants" and to use his big boy voice.
The other night, redhead was taking a bath and assumed the normal position of laying on his tummy in the water. I had given him fair warning of the impending ceremonial draining of the water and expected him to comply. Notsomuch. He began whining and I began ignoring him and looking away. Several moments later, as he was still whining, I glanced at him and the only word that came out of his mouth was...............................
I couldn't stifle my laughter.
If only we could use this amazing gift of self-diagnosis at more critical times. For instance, he could tell me, "mommy, pneumonia", or perhaps, "mommy, need antibiotics". Heck, we could quite possibly bypass the doctor's office altogether...and maybe save some money doing so.
At least he's got a good sense of humor.
12 coins in my pocket:
He sounds like he's got your sense of humor too. Thanks for sharing. I gave you kudos on my post today about PTing. We're doing great - thanks again for your encouragement. We're not doing naptime or nighttime yet, but Sam just woke up early from his nap to tell me he had to go. That's a great step! I only wish I had another hour of my breaktime. Oh well.
Hee hee! Move over, Dr. Phil!
Blessings!
Love it. We speak Whiney at my house, too.
Oh, that is so funny! It's hilarious that he KNOWS what he is doing when he is doing it. That will prove him well later in life...and I guess now. I would have cracked up and probably peed my pants. I miss whinypants and his mommy!
That's funny, and really cute. Dylan also has both regular voice and whiny voice. But it seems the more I tell him to stop whining, the more he does it. So we've taken on your approach of just ignoring it.=)
He is a beautiful genius. And not the least bit whiny.
Like Caroline...whom you heard yesterday. Sigh...
LOL - I love those moments when they get themselves.
When we go to Target and The Ladies wanters get out of control, I always say "Get a job"
One time when Gert was.. maybe 2 1/2, we were at the check out and she wanted something at the check out, I started to open my mouth and she said "I know. Dit a dob"
I hate the whiny voice. We do not acknowledge it.. If you want my attention you can talk to me when your voice sounds like mine. It makes my kids nuts but really helped nip that noise in the bud.
Parenthood, so much fun huh? This is the moments when our parents are sitting back and laughing at us....our day will come, if we make it through the week. Good luck!!!
He sounds precious, even if he is a bit whiny sometimes. Cute story. Thanks for telling it!
Mama, the boy just needs more Cheetos. That will solve all of that life throws his way. Anytime I sense a bout with whininess......I load up on Cheetos and chocolate and I watch Yo Gabba Gabba. It's the recipe for success. Let me know how this works for you......k? Love ya.
Oh boy! I must have been whiny as a child too, because I know my kids sure don't get their whining from listening to me now--nuh uh! I would NEVER do that.
Never knew that having kids could make me a compulsive swearer under my breath. What is the deal, the bad words just want to flow and flow out..... ;)
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