Daddy's boy?

Apparently, little Wolfie is daddy's boy. This is what one of the waitress of a local café said to my wife when we went there with my parents. Because he stopped crying when he was handed to me, she thought it was a sure sign. Her son was like this as a baby, she said. My wife reluctantly agreed, but later on was almost relieved when Wolfie cried and my cuddles and soothing words did nothing. And my mum managed to calm him down from one of his tantrums by rocking him and telling him soothing words... wrapped in a blanket she had knitted herself for him. So he's also grandma's boy and mummy's boy. It all depends of the circumstances, I think.