When Maddie was just a little infant, I used to revel in the fact that above everyone else, she preferred me. Well, I was the one with the boobs and milk, so it made sense, but I told myself it was because of my skillful parenting and overall wonderful personality, ha! Anyway, underneath all that delusional thinking, I am a realist at heart, and I did know that our relationship probably would not always be that way, but I didn't realize it would come to an end so soon. So what everyone says about how much little girls love and prefer their daddies has really come true in our house. Hey, I usually even prefer David to me, but I held out hope for a few brief, shining months that maybe I really was the more FUN and SWEET person in the house, but alas no, the truth always comes out in the end.
When I come home, Maddie gives me a sideways glance and either continues playing with her toys, or otherwise comes to me with an imperious, "UP MOMMY! PICK ME UP!" But when David comes home, she sprints to the door yelling in a high, happy voice, "MY DADDY MY DADDY IS HOOOOOMEEEE! MMMMMYYYY DAAADDDDYYYY" At night, I get kicked out of the Dora the Explorer Big Girl bed with a, "Mommy you go sleep in your own bed! (push push)" and I go out to the living room and like a forsaken dog, lie on the couch and get what scraps I can by eavesdropping on their nighttime bonding sessions. Usually, it is them reading books, or singing a strange medly of songs, "Lalala, lalala, Elmo's soooong....A, B, C, D, E, F,.....Row row row your boat...Dora dora dora the explorreerrr..." but last night as I heard David reading "Olivia", suddenly he stopped...then I heard
Maddie: "Daddy?? What's this?(giggle giggle)"
David: "I don't know, let me see."
David: "EEEWW! Did you just hand me a booger?!"
Maddie: snickering
David: laughing, too. "That's hilarious! You just handed me a booger!"
Maddie: wild, gleeful laughing, "It's a booger! It's my booger! Hahahaha"
And that's when I knew that she was David's child, 100%, right down to his eight year old sense of humor. So there are nights that I'm happy that I'm relegated to the couch, where I might not be included in the nightly love fest, but at least, thanks goodness, it's booger free.
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The nighttime bonding between Maddie and David sounds so sweet. I guess boys are supposed to prefer their mommies, but I have no illusions. J. Bro is totally going to be the fun parent, saying thing like, "if it were up to me I'd give you the ice cream -- but mommy said no." We will just have to commiserate over being the second-loved parent.
Why is "booger" so popular in children's vocabulary? Nathan now loves to wipe whatever coming out of his nose with the back of his hand and say "booger booger (in English) need wash hand (in Chinese)."
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