Recently, I’ve picked up on a number of little comments Darren makes to Boo during their Daddy/Boo time together, while I’m busy doing other things. To quote:
“Let’s ask Mummy if you can have a biscuit, shall we?”
“Uh-uuuuuuh….Mummy says ‘No’!”
“What has Mummy told you about that!”
……to name but a few.
Hmmm. I can see where this is going! I’m thinking good cop, bad cop and I’m Gene Hunt! Not sure how I feel about this. To be fair, it’s how my parents worked. My Mum had a lethal stare, guaranteed to produce the desired effect every time. I don’t remember Dad telling me off at all unless it went that bit too far, in which case the mere threat of ‘I’ll get the wooden spoon from the cupboard’ sent me into an apologetic I-promise-to-be-an-angel-Daddy mode.
I’ve been practising that ‘look of death’ of my Mum’s ever since I was pregnant, but not certain I’ve mastered it yet. However, do I really want to play bad cop to Daddy’s good cop? Will have to give this some considered thought……