Temper . . . . Temper.

Little Prince has a temper apparently.  LOL, last night, I got up and walked by the high chair he was snacking in and he thought I was going to take him to bed.  (He LOVES his bed, silly boy) But when I sat down beside him and didn't take him to bed, he got mad.  He doesn't have the words to yell at me, but he made it known!  He screeched and then started throwing every little thing left on his tray at me.  He sat there and cleared off his tray throwing little bits of bread and crusts at me.  And that boy could aim.  In seconds, I was surrounded by bread shrapnel and I got the message and took the silly boy to bed.