I can not escape it, it is inevitable, every time dad leaves us in the car to get gas, check the tire pressure, go into the store to pick up an item, talk to someone outside the car, I have to endure this!! Such a daddy’s boy… seriously, I do not know how this happened. Wasn’t I the one who carried him for nine months and nurtured him, gave him life!! I feel so unloved!
Don’t get me wrong though, as much as I love my kid, I love that he loves dad even more… who do you think he goes to when his diaper weighs 10 pounds??