Monday, July 24, 2017. Daily Brit Wit.
Complain persistently and in a peevish or irritating way; whine.
An act of complaining persistently and peevishly.
(As adjective: whingeing)
“He doesn’t bother to cover-up his eye roll. In fact, such an action deserves an audience, especially after he spent the last twenty-five minutes wrangling his seven-years-old twin sons into their swimming gear. Perhaps if his eye roll was directed at either or both twins, he’d have attempted to rein in his poor behaviour. But for his stroppy teenaged son? No, thank you very much.
‘You can’t be serious,’ the teen whinges fractiously.
He snorts, rubbing in several spots of sunscreen on the copperhead lad before him. When the double sporting blond streaks in his hair tries to sneak past, he thrusts out an arm and his chuckles mix with his youngest son’s giggles as he tugs him over. He rubs in the thick cream on both boys. And completely ignores his eldest.
‘Dad,’ his name is repeated, the vowel dragged out obnoxiously.
The twin with the streaks, Max, pokes his chest. ‘Maybe you should say something, Daddy. Victor is kind of annoying,’ he nods.
Nate bobs in agreement. ‘Doesn’t he know sunscreen’s a requirement to swim?’
‘Even when we swim without Mummy?’
‘He is older than us.’
‘So he should.’
‘Why doesn’t he know, Daddy?’ They finish together.
He shakes his head to rid himself of the chills the double unison usually brings about. ‘Oh, he knows, kiddos.’ He reassures. Then he grins wickedly and motions them closer as if he has a secret to reveal. ‘Why don’t we go surprise attack Victor?’
‘To put the sunscreen on him?’ Nate whisper-shouts.
‘Yeah!’ Max screams and fist pumps the air.
One scrambles for the lotion, the other tugs on his father’s hand to encourage him to stand, and together both yank him across the patio to their stroppy brother, who has his nose shoved in his phone. As his youngest sons jump onto their sibling’s lounge chair, flailing and trying to pin down limbs with shrieks of laughter, he surveys in amusement.
Then he joins in by swiping the mobile and squirting out several dollops worth of sunscreen.”