[No sads damn it. He cannot blame you for having sads, but stahp.]
Well of course you're the favorite uncle. [Tickles baby's stomach] He's the favorite isn't he, Your Highness? Nobody else could possibly come close to your Uncle Aramis. He's the best at singing and he's certainly the best at cuddling you and no other uncle could ever dream of holding you as perfectly as he does. Plus, who else could ever possibly be so pretty?