Taking care of a (nearly) four-month old is a bit like I imagine taking care of Napolean.
We don't speak the same language, but he yells a lot. Sometimes in joy, sometimes in frustration.
He has a quick temper. He's short (which Napolean really wasn't, but let's just go with it) and when you don't feed him on time, he's ready to send you to the guillotine.
I'm not sure if Napolean drooled or pooped his pants, but I'm looking into it.