One evening when he was being particularly obnoxious, chattering away well above my head, I let him have it. "Mummy," I said, "do you know what I’m going to do when I grow up?" "No, dear," she replied. "What?" "I’m going to marry you," I said quietly.
Father gave a great guffaw out of him, but he didn’t take me in. I knew it must only be pretence. And Mother, in spite of everything, was pleased. I felt she was probably relieved to know that one day Father’s hold on her would be broken.
Dose it mean:
1) I was not deceived?
2) he did not notice me?
this text is from a short story named: My Oedipus complex