Always calling for Mommy, even though she has ignored him almost every time

You have been alive for more than 1,000 days, big guy.

For the last 800 days or so, I have been the one to pluck you from your crib in the morning almost every time without fail. Unless I am out of town or walking the dog at the moment you awaken, which happens rarely, it's me, coming in, picking you up, changing your diaper, and bringing you into our bedroom.  

Yet over the course of these last 800 days, you have never called my name in the morning.

You call for your mother. Every single time.

Even though I am the one who comes through your door 98% of the time, you still hold out hope for Mommy while simultaneously spurning me.

It sucks. Just once, I'd like to hear, "Daddy!"