Mommy = Sleep, Daddy = Play

I used to like going to sleep after daddy fed me at night.  He was warm and snug.  Not anymore, though.  Daddy needs to understand that.  I prefer mommy.  I mean, you’d think he’d get it when I cry non-stop when he holds me at bedtime.  He keeps trying, and I keep telling him, “mommy.  Mo-o-o-o-mmy.  M.O.M.M.Y.”  Ugh.  Maybe he’ll figure it out.  I only want to see him when it’s play time!