The life of a dad

As the wee man laid in bed with us this morning, I leant over to give him a little hug.  "Move away Dada", he said, rolling towards his mum.
Dejected I went into the kitchen to arrange his morning milk.  While I was gone, Nikki said "Dada likes cuddles too"
"Dada get milk" demanded the boy.
"Will you give him a cuddle when he gets back"
"No"