It’s raining tears
Interesting thing about children growing up is that they seem to develop favourites from an early age. It swings from one to another more frequently than we’d prefer, but it happens nonetheless.
Little Rat seems to have recently developed fondness for his dad, and he shows this fondness almost every single time he gets an opportunity. This isn’t really an issue because I can play it to my advantage by teasing his mother – “He loves me more than he loves you” is what I’d be saying if I had the balls.
Occasionally, however, the plan seems to backfire on me. This happens every time I’m about to walk out the door to go to work and he burst into tears hysterically crying “dada dada dada dada dada dada dada”
Seriously, tell me how the hell are you expected to function properly when you get that kind of treatment?
