Aaron is a Mama's boy through and through.
He may allow Daddy to read him books,
or grudgingly accept that Daddy is carrying him out to the car,
but Mama is the be-all-end-all to his world.
Generally speaking, I love it.
Although sometimes it'd be nice to cook dinner without him underfoot,
but with his improved involvement, it's getting better.
Once in a blue moon, I am superseded by some other important object.
Like a flashlight.
Adam had a dentist appointment in the morning so I was on daycare-drop-off.
Daycare drop-off always messes with my morning schedule,
plus Aaron is 10x as clingy when I drop him off as opposed to Daddy.
So needless to say, I was a tad nervous.
We get to daycare,
and Teacher #1 is reading books while Teacher #2 is changing a diaper.
I get a little anxious, since Adam always hands off Aaron and I know that Aaron won't leave Mommy by himself. Right?
Well, then one child pulls out a flashlight from a toy box.
Aaron points: "FLAH-LIGHT!"
Me: "Do you want to play with the flashlight?"
Aaron scampers down out of my arms.
"Aaron," I call after him, "Say bye to Mommy!"
He waves over his shoulder, not even turning around, "Bye Mama!"
So that's it.
That's my ranking.