My boy and Fried Green Tomatoes

My son is all Reida. I took the wife and kid to my mom's house last night for dinner and he was just acting up the entire time. First he was mad that we wouldn't let him have Grandma's cell phone and had a total melt down. Then he got mad when we wouldn't let him in the kitchen, my mom was showing me how to make fried green tomatoes and it was easier just not to have him underfoot. Finally he calmed down about the horrible atrocities of not getting his way at Grandma's house, and we ate dinner. We had bierocks and fried green tomatoes and it was so good. I am starting to drool just. Dinner went really well and as usual Willson ate a good dinner and then handed me his plate and told me he was done. I got him out of his booster chair and he ran off to play. He finished a little before the rest of us adults and decided he wanted to go outside. So he comes up to Grandma and tells her, "Come on." Then starts to pull on her finger, she asked him what he wanted and he just kept saying the same thing over and over. When she asked if he wanted to go outside he said yes and she told him to wait until she was done. Well Willson being a Reida was not going to wait, so he went and grabbed her shoes and brought them to her and then proceded to put them on her. By this time my mom was tickled pink, thinking this was so cute, and it was. So we finished up dinner and all went outside so Willson could play with his golf set.