My Whole Family Dotes on Me, but I Think They Are All Wrong

My name is Tangyuan and I am three and a half years old. Today, I woke up again under the "intensive protection" of my whole family. My father chose the socks for me to wear today with a solemn expression as if he were signing a tens-billion contract; my mother recited her newly written poem - "Ode to My Son Turned Over Thirty-Six Times Last Night" with great emotion; my grandfather showed me my new milk bottle, which is said to be able to monitor body temperature, analyze ingredients, and transmit a distress signal in the event of kidnapping. As for me, I just casually said "my butt is a little itchy" yesterday. Bite! Today's task announcement: While grandma was making breakfast, successfully stole three slices of ham and fed them to the parrot on the balcony. I sighed and typed a line in my mind: This family will be separated without me. Then I raised my glutinous rice dumpling face, stretched out my chubby hands, and gave my best command: "Dad, hold me! I want to see grandma cooking!" The boss' father immediately put down all the documents, his eyes as sharp as an eagle: "Okay! Dad will take you to... Monitor the kitchen!"