“Are you throwing a temper tantrum?” he asked with a grin. “Because this is not Toddlers and Tiaras."-Caeden”

“Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them.”

“I have a different idea of what bravery is.""What-complaisance?""In a sense. Acceptance, resiliency. How strong must one be to throw a temper tantrum?""Is that what you'd call this? You and your people storm our homeland, take us all prisoner and any form of resistance is a temper tantrum in your eyes?"He pondered this for a moment, his freckled nose crinkling."Yes.”

“He kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry I’m far from perfect. Ask my mom. I can never remember to put the toilet seat down,” he grinned.-Caeden”

“Ellen had long ago stopped being embarrassed by temper tantrums. She flipped it and wore it like a badge of honor. A temper tantrum was a sign that a mom said no when it counted.”

“Your psychotic behavior and constant temper tantrums intrigue me.”