Yesterday when I went to get you after your nap, I could instantly see the disappointment in your eyes when I entered the room. I picked you up out of your crib and laid you down on the changing table to change your diaper, and it was then that you let out a pitiful, "Daddy!" and the tears began to fall. I'm so sorry, little one, that you were awakened from your slumber only to be greeted by lame old Mommy!
Yep, just boring Mom. You know, the one who carried you INSIDE OF HER BODY for 40 weeks (and 5 days... but who's counting?). The one who had her body CUT OPEN so you could come out into the world and LIVE. The one who spends every week day (and much of the weekend) with you, catering to your constant demands to fetch snacks and reach toys off shelves. The one who listens to "Elmo's Song" on repeat in the car with you when you're grumpy. The one who changes the large majority of your diapers. The one who takes you to the doctor and gives you hugs when you get hurt and picks up medicine for you when you're sick. The one whose clothes are covered with your snot and slobber at the end of the day.
But yeah, it's cool if you'd rather see Daddy when you wake up from your nap. No hard feelings!