So I got up this morning and my husband had turned Harry's light on and got him up for the day. I made his salad and gave him fresh water in his "pool" and he sat there looking at me like I had 12 heads. I talked to him and told him to go eat his salad and he could come out later after I got back from the store, he needs worms, and to be a good boy. He walked over to his salad and looked at me. He refused to eat it. I put my hand in his viv and got a piece of Kale and he took it from my hand. So I proceeded to get a few more pieces and he took them from me. I started to walk away and he bashed his head into the side of the viv and opened his mouth. So, I grabbed his piece of watermelon, which he LOVES, and he took it from my hand. He is at the stage he wants to be hand fed, grrrrr. So I took him and the dish out and sat with him and had to feed him his breakfast. He is such a brat!! He made me pat him for a little while and I put him back in his cage and he is basking like a good boy. We are heading to store to get him some worms in a few, but I REFUSE to hand feed those so he had better eat them on his own!! I am definitely a beardie slave!!! Got to love him!!