Last night our youngest son (3 1/2 months old) had his first temper-tantrum. At 8:00, Martinah took him up to bed and he started fussing. That isn’t unusual and normally stops after a few minutes. Not last night. After 15 minutes, he was announcing to the world what kind of cruel parents we were and ended up screaming so loud that I thought for sure something was wrong. The second I picked him up, he stopped crying, looked at me and smiled as if to say “Gotcha!”