What am I chopped liver?

I believe Wesley is getting bored with me. Sometimes I think he just sees me as a walking milk buffet. I say this because the moment Sean walks in the door after work the child turns into a smiley, laughing, adorable child. It's like he just puts up with me until Dad comes home, then the real fun starts. He just loves Sean, it's quite cute. I'm going to have to devise a scheme to turn myself into the most favored parent...hmm but how? Offer him oodles of cookies? Nope can't eat solids. Play video games with him? Nope no hand eye coordination. Produce chocolate milk? That might be the ticket! Ok, I'm going back to bed now.