Whine-y Butt

Blythe is, at this very moment, lying on the floor whining.  She wants to play on the computer and go swimming and who knows what else.  She's in a mood where nothing will make her happy.  I have tried to reason with her, but she continues to lie there being sort of irritating.  Not even sort of.


Brandt just said, "Let me talk to her.  I speak whine."
Fortunately someone does.