I Broke My Little's Rule About Dessert Before Dinner

Ever since I started this daddy role with my partner, we've had a pretty clear set of rules. One of them is that dessert comes after the main course, no exceptions, no cheating, no negotiating. It’s one way to teach about patience and discipline. But yesterday, I found myself craving some chocolate chip cookies during lunchtime when all she’d served was a salad. She was away at work, so there was nobody around to tell me no. Before I knew it, my hand was in the cookie jar. As soon as I took that first bite, I felt like an absolute scoundrel. The guilt hit hard and fast, I knew what was coming. Tonight when she got home, I had to confess. She’s not one for harsh punishments, but there will be consequences. It’s all part of the game we play, though. And as her daddy, it’s my job to set a good example, even if that means facing the music after breaking the rules.