That Baby Hulk seems to like Lance more than me? Tonight he burned himself with candle wax and started freaking out. I admit my first thought was, “I hope you learned your lesson.” That sentence might have slipped from my mouth. I guess that makes me a bitch. But really, he knows better than to touch a burning candle. Lance ran water over his hand, and then I tried to hug him. At which point, the Hulk started screaming, “I want my daddy, I want my daddy.” Being competitive, this kind of upset me. I’m the mom, all kids should love me best until they are older. On the other hand, this could really work in my favor. Not being the one that has to read to him, get him dressed, bathe, put to bed, etc., etc. I can totally handle being second best if I get that in return.