My Funny, Whiny Kid
― Little Jason came down the stairs crying. It was one of those whiny cries that does not set off any alarms in a mom’s mind. I waited until he was near me and reached down to hug him. “What is the matter?” I asked. “I got hurt,” he wanted sympathy. “Aw, I’m sorry. Where does . . . → Read More: My Funny, Whiny Kid .







