My wife and I have a 3 year old son.  In other words, we have a 3 foot tall, ham actor on our hands.  People think men are cold and emotionless.  Maybe we are, but it sure doesn’t start during childhood because our 3 year old can go from happy to bawling uncontrollably to pensive in less time than it would take you to order a cup of coffee at a diner.

So, tonight, when the foreign press is busy telling Hollywood how great it is, and sometimes it is, they better save an award for some toddler out there for best tantrum.

My son, I believe should at least be a nominee, for his performance in “No I Don’t Want To Put My Teddy Bear Through The X-Ray Machine at Airport Security.”  A closely related performance that also merits contention was his gripping portrayal in “No I Don’t Want To Wear My SeatBelt on the Airplane.”.  And, finally, one of his really terrific tantrums was in “No You Take a Time Out!”

Whether he’ll win, I don’t know.  I’m biased, of course.  But, I know he’ll have some stiff competition based on the mucus-bubble-filled antics I saw at the playground recently.