Gavin, the sensitive little dude

Gavin doesn't like the boat rocked. If he's sleeping, or merely resting on your lab, god forbid you shout to someone in the other room because he'll most-likely scream bloody murder.

Mom calls him her sensitive little dude.

Case in point: last night I'm in the kitchen with Autumn working on getting her some strawberry milk. this is the conversation:

Autumn: I want some strawberry milk.

Me: what do you say?

Autumn: please.

Me: no Autumn, how do you ask?

Autumn: Puuuullleeease.

Me: put them altogether.

Autumn: Can I, may i have some strawberry milk, PLEASE!

At this point, mom calls from the other room to tell Autumn that did a good job. But mom raised her voice a little so that it would carry into the kitchen.

That upset the little dude. Who proceeded to wail like, well, like a baby.

Ah, the joys of parenthood.