Jonathan had always been a well-behaved little. He followed the rules, he used his manners, and he shared his toys with Robin, Steve, an Eddie during playdates. Sure, sometimes he was stubborn about dropping and you needed to baby him into it sometimes. But he was getting better about telling you when he needed to be little.

So when he woke up little and extremely fussy today, you were thrown for a total loop.

He didn't want any hugs or kisses, and he'd totally rejected his favorite stuffed bunny. Getting him up and out of bed had taken forever, Jonathan whining and stubbornly refusing to walk. His boxers were soaking wet which meant you'd need to strip the bed today. It wasn't even 8am yet and you were already running out of patience.

"Jonny, hold still," you said patiently, trying to change him. Jonathan huffed, his cheeks puffing out when he pouted. He was like an angry goldfish. Maybe getting a bottle in him would settle him down a little.

"So grumpy today," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Jonathan whined, his face scrunching. "'M not grumpy."