Thursday, September 24, 2009

Good Cop, Bad Cop

So Dan walked in the door tonight with a big bag of reese's pb cups and left them on the table. Then, when Owen saw them and asked for one I said, "only two" because it was almost time for bed... then Dan gave him three and they had a nice giggle over that, and this conversation.

Dad: Hi Owen. I love you. I win you over with candy.

Owen: He does win me over with candy, because he always gives me more than you say.

Do I ever get to be the good cop? I'm thinking no.

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