I definitely think there has to be a good cop and a bad cop when it comes to parenting.
I am the “bad cop” and by this I mean I am the one who says when its bedtime, I am the one that repeatedly says (yells, begs, cries) eat your dinner, I am the one that says have a banana instead of a bag of crisps. I am surprised that this is my role as I never see myself as the “bad cop” when I thought of having children. In my mind I was going to be the fun one.
Mr D as you may have guessed is the “good cop” he will say really helpful things like, half an hour longer wont do any harm at bedtime, or yes of course here is another bag of crisps (after bad cop has said no more crisps). Mr D AKA Good cop is also good at winding Chloe up with a wrestling match, again before bedtime, so mummy has to put her bad cop hat on and ruin the fun.
To officially make me general bad cop I tend not to bow to tantrums especially when out and about, and try to ignore the stares from strangers. Good cop daddy on the other hand is not as strong and will do anything to avoid a scene to the point where Chloe has even managed to get a ride in Mini from Toys R US!
However I am 100% sure that once Chloe turns in to teenager Mr D will turn in to a sergeant major things will be much different and I will be the fun parent!
Mummy Em x