I cannot pee in peace.
I am the only one that can hold my phone even if Daddy is watching a video on it.
I better be the one who takes her plate when she is finished or it will be pushed across the table in anger.
Crying and whining ensues when I leave her at my parents' rental for a quick run.
Oh, and apparently I MUST be the one to change her poop diaper.
But guess what?
I get unexpected hugs and kisses.
I am the one she wants to hold her when she's hurt.
I'm one of the few that can get her to belly laugh for no apparent reason.
I am the one she calls Momma.
