Chopped Liver thy name is Mummy

So it's become a pretty predictable thing now that Miles starts fussing every day around 4pm till Norris gets home. Once he sees Norris he's all sunshine and light and I am left to complain like a paranoid delusional about a horrible acting Todd that was just here but can't be found now.
So I accept my role as second string when Norris gets home but yesterday Miles took it to a whole new level. I was sitting on the couch covering my legs with one of his baby blankets and Norris was sitting on the other couch. Miles decided that Norris was looking cold and just walked over to me, took the blanket off of me and gave it to Norris with a big smile kind of saying "for you, precious Father". So Norris takes the blanket and says "Thanks Miles, can I get Mommy's cushion too?" with a laugh. The child walks over to me Very Seriously and tries to pull the cushion from behind me to give to Norris. And kind of gives me a sour look when I wouldn't give up my cushion. I feel happy that he loves his Daddy oh so much but this better not be the start of a trend.