Its Saturday morning and I wake up at 7:00am to hear my 2 year old calling out "Mommy, Daddy" so even though I could have used another couple of hours of sleep I get up to go take care of him.
I open up his door and walk in thinking he would be happy to see Daddy but I'm greet with "No, Mommy" over and over and over.
While I attempted to calm my son down all he would do is yell "Mommy, Mommy".
After a good 10 minutes of this my son switches his moaning to "chocolate milk".
So, I get up, take him to the kitchen to fix him up some chocolate milk (Ovaltine of course) and everybody is happy.
The moral of the story... don't kid yourself, you can always be replaced, by chocolate :-)