I always imagined I would be the tough parent of Ryan and I. Maybe it's because my strategies to make him cave usually work, or because he cannot say no to girl scout's at cookie time. I assumed I would always be the bad guy, while Ryan would be the sucker for a quivering little lip.

Um. No.

As it turns out, it looks like I'm going to be the softy. Which seems to be coming as a shock to only me.