Fast Sundaes

I have to admit, whining drives me nuts. Beyond nuts. I’m not sure there’s a word that satisfactorily describes the particular kind of psychosis I suffer on Fast and Testimony Sundays when my children are attempting to fast.

“Can I have water?”
“Can I chew gum?”
“Can I suck a mint?”
“Does fruit count?” (Hello?)
“How much longer do we have to wait?”
“I’m starving to death.”
“I’m dying over here.”
“Bury me next to grandma.”
“I can’t STAND it anymore.”

Well, NEITHER CAN I! The temptation to shout “If you can’t handle fasting, then don’t do it!” is almost too great to resist. I want to throw open every cabinet in the kitchen and let them have at it. “Take what you want. Eat it. Eat ALL of it! But please–PLEASE– for the love of all that is sacred, PLEASE stop whining about it!”

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