Whinging was forbidden in our house.  Maybe I’m overstating a bit.   It was frowned upon…doesn’t that sound a little better?  But just in case my sister’s reading this and squeals on me,  I confess my exaggeration;  it was merely discouraged. So there wasn’t a lot of point in whining, but hey it was always worth a try, you never knew your luck, you might just get what you wanted. And try I did.  Imagine this, in the whiniest voice possible… I can’t do it.  She’s being mean to me.  But he did it first.  It’s their fault. But I want to….. It wasn’t until years later that I understood the no whingeing rule. It wasn’t because whining kids can be a pain in the derriere, although I’ve discovered for myself that its true.  It wasn’t because whining kids are such a emotional drain…even though they can be, it was because…