He has his Daddy's temperament. He's a prissy pot. He pitches fits, he gets mad or upset at the drop of a hat! But he also makes me laugh and I love him with all of my heart. He's my Bubby and he rocks my world! I'll settle for the fits in between the singing. I'll relish in his pissieness (What? That's a word!). And I'll be grateful forever that I am his Mommy. He's his Mommy's Boy and I'm lucky to have him! And just look at that face. Even when he's pissy, how could you help but love him?