"Blabily blobbilly bapitty boopity." - this kid.
Let's be honest: this is the reason that people have kids. Sure, survival of the species and instinctual urges to nurture play a part in it. But the real reason we put ourselves through this ordeal—surrendering our social lives, waking up at 3 am for months on end, spend half our paychecks on clothes that won't fit two months from now—is so that we can have a little human being to treat like a toy.
"Oh, look! I dressed him up like a leprechaun!"
"Hey, come here! Watch what she does when I drop this towel on her head."
"Let's make him ride the dog like a horse!"
It's alright. This is why our parents had us, and why their parents had them. I mean, you don't think we'd purposefully do something as dumb as becoming parents if there weren't something in it for us, do you?