This morning, my daughter was in wonderfully rare form.

After hearing her bark orders at her Father then listening to her scream in protest when he denied her, I stood up and walked into the kitchen telling him that she needs a whipping (kidding of course)

He said, "That's your job.  I'm good cop remember?"

I scoffed at him before responding, "please... You don't even have a badge anymore..."

damn softie...