Bilingual 3 year olds

The Whinese master in action

Did you know that 3 year old's are bilingual?  I personally had no idea until just recently.  It's this language that we all apparently master the moment we turn 3. Some of us hold onto it for years to come, while others do their parents a favor and stick to English by the time they are 5. It's called Whinese. The decibel at which Whinese can be heard seems to also attract small dogs and cats from the neighborhood while slowly making parents go insane.  Many two year olds start to pick up on Whinese, but on their 3rd birthday, the Whinese fairy comes down, sprinkles some special whining dust on their pillow and POOF! THEY ARE A WHINING MASTER!

Ok, hahaha... Soooo funny, right?  All I can say is that paybacks are H-E-L-L.  Yes, I was also a master at the art of Whinese, aka whining.  So much so that I have memories of my parents telling me, begging me, and threatening me to STOP WHINING!  (You know you were a big whiner when being told to stop whining is a childhood memory!)

I'm telling you, it's constant. Everything is something to whine about. Our typical conversation goes a little something like this:

(in Whinese)
Me: "Caroline it's time to take a nap"
Caroline (in Whinese): "Mawwwwwmeeeeeee I don't want to take a naaaaaaap. Waaaaaaaaa."
Me: "Caroline, are you whining?"
Caroline: "I not whiiiiiiining. Maaaaaaaaaa" (that's her imitation of a baby cry, awesome, I know.)
 Me:  "I can't hear you unless you stop whining"
Caroline: Muffled unintelligible dying cat sounds
 Me: "Are you sick? You sound like someone who doesn't feel good, maybe you should go to the doctor"
Caroline: "I NOT SICK" (more Muffled unintelligible dying cat sounds)

Speaking of being sick, I just so happened to get strep throat last week. I think I waited like two days too late to get antibiotics, so by the time I got to the doctor, it was already really bad.  Strep throat + a whining, bored 3 year old = disaster.  Thankfully my mom (aka ninny)  came to the rescue and let Caroline spend the night on Friday.  By the time she came home, Dan was there to play interference while I tried to take care of Abigail. Just another fun weekend at the Luckett's!  (Not really, but we did enjoy a wonderful pool party celebrating Dan's grandmother, "Nana".  She's still got "It" at 91 years of age. 

Here's hoping the rest of our week is better and we can somehow learn to speak Spanish or sign language. Forget this Whinese nonsense. It's makin' me crazy!!!!