Yesterday morning, my daughter asked me to remove a small flashlight from its plastic packaging. Always the helpful and agreeable parent, I said yes and went to the kitchen to get the scissors. As I was taking the scissors from the drawer she added, "Thanks, because Momma says no."
Nice. Already committed to the act, I opened the flashlight anyway. I cut the packaging, inserted the battery and handed it to my sweet daughter feeling a bit guilty about teaching her that just because one parent says no doesn't mean the other will, too. It had to happen sooner or later, I suppose.
Ari played with the flashlight for a bit and then sat down next to me on the couch. "Daddy, let's pretend that I'm the mom and you're the dad." "Okay," I answered.
"Yes, Paige," I replied.
In an accusatory tone, she asked, "Why did you open the flashlight for Ari?"
And just like that I was set up and busted.