My kid picked up Miss Cloud this afternoon, only to have her twist around in his arms, unmistakably asking that I be the one to hold her. “Does she think you’re her mother?” he asked me. I told him I didn’t know, but that she did seem to think I represented safety.
“That’s because you’re the mom-magnet” quoth he in response. “If anything thinks it needs a mom, it comes and finds you.”
I can’t argue with that.