Florida, Henry Loves You But You're Whoopin' Its Butt! Part 3

Dear Hankster,
The next afternoon we went to De Leon Springs to eat at an old Spanish mill turned into a pancake place where you fix your own pancakes on the table in front of you.  It is a standard when we visit Grandpa Tim.  We had a wait so you were able to play on the playground a while.  Grandpa Tim even went down the slide with you.  With more time to kill we walked on the trails and then around the spring.  Grandpa Tim dipped your feet into the water which made you so happy.  You are so drawn to water.  You loved it!

We ate our pancakes.  They were so yummy but you wouldn't eat any of the pecan and banana ones I cooked for us.  You were tired already.  You were LOUD AND CLEARLY mad about something.  However, when a man next to our table showed you he had a five dollar bill I said, "Henry!  Who is on the five dollar bill?"  You said, "Abe-a-ham Lincoln."  We've been working on this but the guy was so impressed he asked you to do it again for his wife.  You also say George Washingtown for a buck or quarter which at times morphs into George Washinglinc.   At this point you were about finished sitting there.  You threw a piece of sausage at Trish, she was sitting across from Grandpa Tim!  

 I suppose you can see it on your face in the picture above, if you can't just click on it to make it larger.  You're disgust is written all over your face just as clear as the mole on Abraham Lincoln's face.  Even in the photo of you "smiling" the emotion is forced.
  After I recovered from death by embarrassment we quickly removed ourselves from the table and walked around the spring dipping our feet in at each set of steps.  In the car later we asked you why you were so mad.  You said, "I was mad at Mommy.  Henny wanted to sit next to Grandpa Tim."  !!!!  Huh?  Well that would have been easy enough.  Daddy told you to just let him know next time instead of getting mad.  It was pretty cool that you articulated how you were feeling.  Hopefully we get effective at teaching you how to do that more because clearly it isn't okay to throw sausage at other people (one of your two favorite foods).  After the springs we parted ways with Grandpa Tim and Trish and took off for Daytona Beach.  We stopped at Walgreens first to get some Tylenol because we were suspecting that your final molars that were almost through were hurting you.  We were right.  You were much calmer and in control the rest of the week.
Mommy is still learning how to take care of you and to read your signals when you can't tell me what is up.  I hope I keep improving.
Love, Mama