Would you like some whiiiiine with that?
Last week, two-year-old Evan was having a particularly fussy day. Nothing seemed to make her happy. She cried, pouted and whined her way through the morning.
Finally, around lunch time, I sat her down and said, “Evan, what’s wrong? What do you need?”
She sobbed harder. Finally, she said in her tiny voice, “I just can’t take it anee-moe!”
We all have days like that, sister. 