Rejected....

So Charles came home early today and we decided to go and pick up Eli from daycare together. We parked, went inside and signed him out on the computer, and then went in to his classroom to get him. Now understand that the best part of my day is when I go and pick him up from daycare and he comes towards me with those little arms outstretched and a big smile on his face. I have even seen him knock some little girl out of his way to get to me. Today his father and I walked in together and are standing side by side. He comes towards us, arms outstretched and a big smile on his face and...goes straight into his friggin' daddy's arms. What the H? I carried that child for almost 10 months. I brought him in to this world. Now I am cast aside like yesterday's news. I am trying not to take it personally but it would have been so cool if, given a choice, he would have picked me. Not cool for Charles but cool for me.
I realize something. Eli is fickle. There are some days where Charles will try his best to entertain him(he is, after all, Eli's favorite toy) and he will just cry for me. Is it kind of wrong that something like that makes me feel good? I know he loves us both. It's funny how you can have a crappy day and a smile from your little one can just make everything right.
I guess I will forgive his rejection this time. It's really hard to stay mad at someone with those dimples.
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