Temper. Temper

Last night I made a very simple dinner for the kids in light of their recent illness.  I honestly thought Lennon would be psyched about it.  It was elbow pasta tossed with butter and green peas and sprinkled with parmesan cheese.  After being served his meal Lennon immediately asked for more cheese.  I gave him a little more, but after receiving it he asked for more without even tasting it.  I told him no and boy was that the wrong thing to do.  He threw such a fit.  He was screaming like a velociraptor.  Then he made a clear decision.  If I wasn't going to give him more cheese he would just go to bed.  He began asking for his paci and blankie and demanding his bed.  I brought him to his room and dressed him for bed and everything expecting he would change his mind.  He didn't protest at all until I guess he decided to ask for oatmeal and since we had some leftover in the fridge from breakfast I let him eat that for dinner.  As soon as he was done though, he again asked to go to bed.  He originally asked to go to bed around 5 30 and was asleep by 6.  I have no idea where this decidedly hot temper comes from.  I don't think either Shelby or I have a temper like that.  I can certainly get mad about stuff, but Lennon gets so determined and is so quick to get angry about stuff.  If anyone out there can claim that gene, let me know.