I was not a whiny kid. Fed up with how much the kids whine, I needed to know if I was a pot calling the kettle black. I called my mom and asked her if I was a whiner and she said no.
That's right... I was not a whiny kid. Thank GOD! At the moment, whining tops my list of pet peeves. The kids I work with are constantly whining and complaining about something. I'm just not sure where it comes from. Is there a whining gene? If so, I don't have it. YAY! And this means I will have perfect non-whining children, just like me (unless I get mixed up with some whiner husband, I guess I will have to screen heavily for that trait).
I talked briefly with my mom about how I was such a great non-whining kid. I think it has to do with whether the whining is acknowledged or not. If the whining yields desired results, then it will be persist. If the whining is ignored, as with all things that are neglected... perhaps it disappears. Hmm... I toyed with the idea of Huey-Tyng's Boot Camp for whiners and other punks, not sure where I would go with that one. Anyway, kids suck sometimes. What else is new?
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Now that I'm a parent, I realize the reason that I was not a whiny kid. I wasn't whiny because I was spoiled. I didn't have to whine to get what I wanted. Oh, the shame.
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