At least I would call it a tantrum. He was getting fussy in his high chair at dinner. Since it was about time for him to eat, Sharon eventually got him out of the chair (after listening to about 5-10 minutes of him crying), only to realize that he had a leaking, poopy diaper as well. So, we started changing him. Within moments, before I could even get off his dirty diaper, he went ballistic! He went completely rigid and just screamed the entire time. We certainly weren’t expecting that. Somehow we managed to get the diaper changed without getting any poop on him, me, or the changing table. Then Sharon fed him and he was fine. Go figure.