Good Cop, Bad Cop

I'm back! And just so you know, my daughter is finally on the mend. Now if I could just get her to realize that a diet of sugar-free ice pops and all-day Disney-movie-a-thons are not going to continue to be the norm around here. She has also figured out that the pitiful whining she used while she was sick was a great weapon for getting whatever she wanted. And now she believes that if asking politely for another "icee pop" doesn't succeed, she can resort to this more unscrupulous tactic. I, however, am insurmountable when it comes to this little ploy. My husband, on the other hand, is a gutless wonder. She's got him wrapped around her cute little finger and she knows it. When it comes to asking for one of her favorite frozen treats, she sometimes tries to circumvent me entirely. But usually, she works the room like a sleazy politician. Glaring up at you innocently, while batting her big brown eyes, and whispering "more icee pops, momma? Peeeeeease."


"No, honey, no more ice pops right now, we're about to eat."


"Daaaa-deee! Daaaa-dee! More icee pops! Peeeeease. Peeeeease, da-dee, one more icee pop! More, more, more, more!"

He glances over at me, and is returned a harsh stare. "You can have an ice pop, okay, honey, darling, sweetypea, angel, cupcake, princess."

I roll my eyes and return to whatever it was I was doing....the bad cop....once again.

So there you have it....a good cop, a bad cop and a sleazy politician...kinda sounds like the beginning of a vulgar joke, or the cast of a Quintin Tarantino movie, perhaps.