You’re hot, you’re cold, you’re hungry, you have to pee, you don’t want your brother to talk, you aren’t buckled yet, you can’t buckle yourself, your backpack is too heavy, you don’t want the radio on, you want the radio on, you are hungry, you are hungry, you are HUNGRY?!
Because everyone knows, silence is sadness.
I love my kids. They sure are whiny after school though! And by they I mean Brooklyn 😉
I heard a quote that’s going around the web about listening to the small things when they’re small so that they’ll be willing to talk to you about the big things when they’re older. I repeat that quote in my head a thousand times every afternoon from 4-6pm as it’s a nonstop verbal waterfall from Brooklyn. 6pm doesn’t have her any quieter but by then at least most of the moodiness has worn off and she’s mostly interested in reading or playing with her sister. She’s a talker, always has been. I never wonder what she’s feeling.