So, we have a problem in Maxabellaland. We don’t have a Bad Cop. Instead we have conversations that go a little bit like this…
“Nice work, honey. You were meant to be the Bad Cop in there.”
“Wasn’t I Bad? That was my Bad.”
“Talking about putting on your cranky pants and doing a little jig is not Bad.”
And…
“What happened to Bad Cop back there?”
“I was Good Cop. I thought you were doing Bad Cop.”
“You thought kisses and cuddles and ‘ask your father’ was Bad Cop?”
So. Yes, we have a problem in Maxabellaland.
We’re definitely not the kind of parents who want to be our kids’ friends. Hell no. So we’re ready to step up and be the Bad Cop. It’s just that we’re both so easy going that we just don’t have that overwhelming FINALITY that a good Bad Cop parent has. I remember my dad in ‘hell hath no fury like a father whose children will not get out of bed on time’ mode. Man, that was BAD Cop. When there is absolutely no guarantee that your father isn’t capable of spontaneously combusting and setting you on fire, you do as your told.
Which leaves LOML and I… well, where exactly? We’ve managed to grow these Tsunamis for nearly seven years without a Bad Cop, but we can feel the need growing and growing along with their clever little minds. Without the finality of Bad Cop, we just don’t stand a chance.
So, please, have you got any suggestions to help us unleash our inner Harvey Keitel?
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