“I HATE it,” or “I HATE my teacher,” or “I HATE that restaurant.”  Sound familiar.  When my younger son uses that word or is complaining or whining as much as he and his older brother do, I find myself going nuts on them.  “You HATE” such and such?  There are things to hate in this world, like terrorists, rapists, serial murderers, taxes, Britney Spears and Renee Zellweger, but an item of food, a less than terrific teacher?

This falls under the category of spoiled rotten.  I must’ve done something to encourage this behavior and my new wife always gives me “the look” when they act that way; the look that says, “well, where do you think they got it from?”  I then give her the look that says, “bug off,” and we go on to a fight from there.  Okay, just kidding.  Sort of.