Can't play a player

W has taken to whining a lot lately but only with me and especially if I am going to leave him and take the baby even if it's only out of the room. This whining, grates on my last frickin' nerve. I am finding myself raising my voice and pouring more wine than I thought I would. Like last night when J was still at work, W was whining at me and BP was screaming at the top of his lungs like he is want to do in the early evening. AAAAHHHHHHHH!

I need to catch him in a photo. He sticks his bottom lip out and and puts his bottom teeth to his top lip and goes at it. I started doing it back to him. Only because I knew he was whining to provoke a response. How do I know? Because YOU CAN'T PLAY A PLAYER. It is the exact same face I made when I was a kid to get what I wanted. I don't remember if it worked for me or not but I tell you one thing. It ain't gonna work for him. No sir. We are nipping this one in the bud-even if it drives me to drink.