Yeah, so, The Spawn is a daddy’s boy.
He wants nothing to do with me these days. He is all about David. I know it’s a perfectly normal stage. One of my favorites, the awesome Parenting Illustrated with Crappy Pictures, described it best as “No, mama.” Well, here’s it’s, “No, dada.”
He will crawl right by me like I’m not even there to get to David. If I’m holding him, he tries to squirm out of my arms to get to David. I’m the lady that clips his nails. David is super happy fun guy. See for yourself.
I try not to let it hurt my feelings that Calvin prefers David’s company. I know how the Spawn feels. I prefer David over most other people as well. I get it.
Of course, and it’s not just The Spawn. Homer worships David, too. Sure, Homer was my dog for seven years before I met David, but I’m old and busted. David is the new hotness.
David is in the bathroom. That’s Homer waiting for him right outside the bathroom door. Weirdo.