Chris often accuses me of making him play Bad Cop with the kids. He said this at the dinner table last night, and the kids scoffed.
“That means Mom would be Good Cop, and she is so not Good Cop. You’re both Bad Cop.” They firmly backed each other up on this.
Well, Chris is not always Bad Cop, and the kids know it. When he headed out the door this evening to pick up a very necessary red onion for tonight’s dinner and a few things for tomorrow’s dinner, the kids were close on his heels.
In addition to the onion, mushrooms, and garlic, they were toting a large jar of apple sauce, canned pineapple, pretzels, cheese sticks, a few packs of gum, and some Goldfish.
He is so not Bad Cop.
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