One unnamed six-year-old brother sitting in the middle row of the suburban, whining about everything, from the pace of his frustrated mother in afternoon traffic, to his constant and repeated reminder to all of us that he missed his afternoon snack.One unnamed three-year-old brother sitting in the third row of the suburban, weary of listening to big brother's incessant whining and feeling no empathy, finally screaming:
"Oh Hayden! Get a gwip!!"
**note to self...must work with him on those "r" sounds.
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