The baby

This is my 2-year-old who likes to argue about his clothes for the day. He only likes to wear blue cap. Wooly hats disgust him. But because he is still our 'baby', we give in and just laugh at his fussy-ness. He always charms his way to an overdose of evening milk. He loves his bath even if he always declares that he hates it. For him, everything is about his daddy. He sees a tractor and he says 'Das daddy's tracor.' I take him to a supermarket and he says, 'Daddy's supemakit'' ad infinitum. If he sees something not right, he will say, 'Daddy fix it', or if we all say we're hungy, he will say, 'Daddy mix food.' His daddy is his be-all and end-all.

We go out for the day and 'Daddy drive?' is the most important question to consider. 'Daddy's juice' is what he drinks and 'Daddy's sandwiches' are what he eats. Of course, 'Daddy is funny' as well, all the time. He always knows where Daddy is. Kitchen? Toilet? Work? Grandad's? Library? Bed? He has an instinctive tracer of his daddy's whereabouts.

Yesterday morning, his daddy cut his hair. When he looked at the mirror, he was upset that there was nothing in his head to brush. He started looking for his hair on the floor. 'Daddy cut hair!' he exclaimed, as if I didn't realise that. Seemingly, he got disappointed with his father's haircutting skills. Then he started pointing at himself saying, 'Mummy's baby!' 'I'm mummy's baby!' So now, it seems like I become his favourite parent. I still can't get over it. :)