Whine

Yesterday I was telling Kyla that we were going to MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers).

Kyla:  I no wanna go MOPS.
Me:  Tyler might be there today.  You have to show Tyler how to be a big girl at MOPS.
Kyla:  Oh, Tyler be derre?
Me:  Yes.  You need to show him how brave you are and how you don't cry.
Kyla:  No.  I no cry.  I a big gurl.
Me:  Right.  And how you don't whine.
           (pause)
Kyla:  I no eat wine.  I no drink wine.
Me:  Uh.  No, you don't drink wine.
Kyla:  Yah, cuz wine is yucky for me.  I get big, I drink wine!