My daddy

Four years ago. My daughter 2,5 and son 4,5yo. Morning, me and the kids are playing birthday party. We are having lots of singing and blowing fake candles on a fake birthday cake. At the end I pretend cutting the cake and putting on my kids plates imaginary pieces. My son (always jealous that his sister has everything better that him) is saying to my daughter: oh, you have got a bigger piece, let’s swap the plates…
My daughter 2,5 crying that her mummy is going shopping and she has to stay at home with daddy. Returning home I asked my girl: My poor baby, did you cry my mummy, my mummy? And she replied: no, I cried my daddy, my daddy…