I have read enough magazine articles, blogs, books, etc to know that in parenthood there will always be the good cop, bad cop. I always fantasied that I would be the good guy. Apparently I am filling the roll of bad cop. Our nightly routine consists of Rhea sitting on the couch with Justin having a bottle and unwinding before we put her down. Now that she is getting alittle older and exerting more independence she tends to get off the couch and push boundaries. I came into the living room last night just as she was climbing off the couch. She saw me, panicked and hauled her little ass back on the couch and pretended to be a sleep. Now I know she wasn't scared of me but she never has that reaction when Justin enters the room. To rub salt in my wounds Justin has now resorted to saying "Uh-oh, here comes Mommy" anytime she is being fresh and not listening. Which makes her run like hell to Daddy and pretend she wasn't just doing something wrong. She has him wrapped.