He ain't heavy, he's my Gonggong

Cayden boi's all-time-favourite-person now got to be his Gonggong.

His face practically brightens up (if you connect a bulb and some wires, you'd have seen the bulb lights up. Yeah, just kidding but you know what i mean) and squeals and starts to wriggle free from whoever is carrying him (even from his once I-only-want-you-to-carry-&-nobody-nobody-but-you Mama. sobs... ). He'll crawl very fast towards Gonggong and then DEMANDS to be hugged by pulling and tugging Gg's shorts.

On one hand, Mama is glad to see that the 2 hit on so well. It means there is no separation anxiety or whatnots and she can be sure Cayden boi is in good hands. Every morning Gg will scrutinize Cayden boi from head to toe, left to right, front to back and Mama usually will confess first the reasons for that obvious scratch on his face/ear/hand/leg but.... but... that little-tiny-weeny red bump on the heel!? That 10-cent red patch on his head well hidden (obviously not well enough) underneath the hair!!?? The missing trinket on his anklet!!!??? Gees... Mama's so ashamed to proclaim she's the Mama...

Gonggong and grandson watching... women on tv

Gonggong you wanna hide in there? I'll come join you! (and did so subsequently)

On the other hand, Mama is worried that once she stops being the sole milk supplier to Cayden boi, she is no longer of "any value" and will be the #4th favourite person after Papa & Porpor coz 

1)Papa gives sweets when Mama's not watching 

2)Papa allows "water theraphy" whenever Cayden boi wails

3)Papa will not say "No Cayden boi! beat beat ah~"

4)Porpor feeds milk milk too

After sacrificing her much needed beauty sleep and getting saggy breasts and that lump of Xtra flesh that jiggles with each step taken, if Cayden boi ever tells her "don't want Mama, want Ducky", Mama will go stab herself with a fork.