Some days, Ted decides to go all punk on me.
He may decide to spit out his food, and smear it on every surface he can access, be it chair or human.
He may then decide to adjust his hairstyle and set it with rice.
And then he may decide to give a loud Tarzan war cry.
He will then give another loud roar to let you know that he is the man of men.
And then he will dig his nose calmly as you prepare his bath.