"Oh, man. That whining is hurting my ears. You're welcome to whine as much as you like, but do it in your bedroom, please," I say politely to whining Child.
"Oh," Child sniffs deeply, thoughtfully. "Thanks." Child calmly walks to bedroom, closes the door.
I lean against counter in slight disbelief , feeling like I've just discovered barium, or split the atom, or perhaps remained in the running towards being America's Next Top Parent.
Am suddenly getting the hang of this.