"NOOO!! Wrong cup!" Your little voice echoes through the whole house as you fuss about the cup Simon tried to gave you. You demanded apple juice which he gladly poured into one of your colorful little cups that you could grab easier with your still rather clumsy tiny fingers. But he has not been prepared for an actual tantrum over the color of the cup. You sit in your highchair, screaming and crying your lungs out because Simon gave you another cup as the one you've wanted. Simon sighs and takes the cup away before you could throw it onto the ground or something. "Do you or do you not want juice, sweetheart?" Simon asks with a strained voice since he tries really hard to stay patient and calm.