I used to get the biggest cuddles...

...and smiles in the morning.

Then I was usurped by someone smaller and, it has to be said, faaaaar cuter.

This is a typical morning scene in our house. Son One bounding through from his bedroom, leaping on the bed with the scantest glance and "'morning Mummy" in my direction before leaping at his brother for cuddles. Son Two's biggest grins (and indeed his first ever proper smile) are reserved for big bro.

You know what though? I really don't mind. In fact I'm very glad, and may it be ever thus :-)