Anytime the fridge is opened and we glimpse the red flesh of the melon inside, Noah shrieks for it, cries and points. It's a frustrating experience to finally be able to convey just what you want, and discover that that doesn't always mean you get it. He's developed a new tantrum cry that we're trying to figure out what to do with. A phase... we hope. Anyway, when we do get to eat the watermelon we have loads of fun.