traitor

I came back home for lunch today and found a very happy Babycake. He was pleased to see me and my mammaries, but following his feed wanted to go to his Daddy. I hate to say it, but Mr McMuffin is a very organised parent and much better at the whole routine thing than I am. Of course I'll never tell him and advised him that Babycake was coping with the trauma of my leaving by clinging to him, it didn't mean that he loved him more and hummed the chorus of Love the one you're with just to hammer it home.