Little bear is very fourious indeed!

Little bear still can't pronounce 'furious'.

6am little bear came down at a run, demanded Ben 10 and then screamed in temper because he said the tv was too bright.  So I persuaded him to have another half hour's nap. 

Then he screamed in fury about breakfast, which I ignored. 

Then he threw a complete hissy fit because he wanted to copy the words from a book onto an oversized whiteboard, and he couldn't get comfy and made some mistakes.  Everything I suggested was rejected with scorn and at volume. 

'I going to tell Grandad and Daddy.' little bear announced to me, when I refused to write it all out for him.
'I'll tell them that you've been horrible to me all morning,' I replied.
Little bear had a huge howl. 'I not stop crying until Daddy comes down!' He said.  He had managed to get tears going in his temper. 
'That's okay, but Daddy won't be down for a few hours yet.' I said, being a cruel mother. 

There was a pause.  Little bear is in the other room.  'You can't tell Daddy and Grandad,' he said after a while.
'Why not?' I asked.
'Because I said I sorry!'
'That's alright.' I said.

'But I going to tell Daddy and Grandad.' said little bear after a while.
'You tell them, and I tell them,' I reply, trying not to giggle.
Little bear howled in fury.  

I have been through quite a few howls of fury interspersed with complex discussions about why I shouldn't tell anyone, and I have managed to keep a relatively straight face.

Little bear has just come in and said a really nice apology and I have given him a huge cuddle.  He looks like another three hours of sleep wouldn't hurt him.  I still won't write out a book for him, but we will get there.  He is gorgeous.  And learning the rules of social interaction.