This morning Kate was whining and whining and whining. I thought I would pull my hair out. She was sitting in front of me on the potty and whining about not wanting to tinkle. I looked at her and said "It makes Jesus sad when you whine. He does not like it." She replied, "I want my grandpa." She did quit whining after that. She will be 16 and still think Jesus is sitting on one side of God and Poppie on the other.
She had to get her flu shot yesterday and was most traumatized. She was so upset she could not even get a sticker or a lollipop. Poor thing. It is so hard to be 2.
