"Princess, come to me, please," I pleaded, forcing a few fake tears to my eyes, trying to convince my one-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Ranvi, who was in no mood to come to me. I was hurt, even if I was being a bit dramatic.

"No, dadda," she shushed me, pressing her tiny finger to her lips as if to quiet me.

I pouted, hoping to win her over, but her mother, my wife, just laughed. Did she think this was funny? I didn't know why Ranvi wasn't coming to me, and it stung.

Clearly, my wife, my Wildcat, was enjoying the whole thing, especially since our little girl was clinging to her instead.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Wildcat asked, smiling as she bent down to talk to Ranvi. Our daughter babbled in her adorable toddler language, something unintelligible to anyone but maybe her.