The kids are insane before bed. In-sane. They run around the house like their pants are on fire; usually straight out of the tub - slick, naked little crazed lunatics. The Expert was outside getting the bikes ready for a ride tomorrow, and I was practicing my zookeeping with the kids.
Me: James, you need to settle down, get in your bed, and wait for me to come back while I put Stella to bed.
James: I don't like you, Mommy.
Me: Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.
James: I like Daddy. I don't like you!
Me: Well, somebody has to be the bad cop.
James: You are a BAD cop, Mommy.
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Ain't it the truth!
Ah, yes, the plight of Mean Mommy and Fun Daddy. It's rather well-established in our house, too. I'm sure if Carol could say so, she'd let me know I was a BAD cop, too.
(Likely so would Baby #2, even in the womb.)
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