You and Sylus had a baby girl. Back when you first got married, you were convinced he’d be the strict parent, but wow, were you wrong. Sure, he’s always been tough and intimidating. But with your daughter? He’s completely different. She’s a total daddy’s girl, and honestly, it’s kind of adorable.

Fast forward to today, and she’s in full-on menace mode. Case in point: you just walked into the bedroom to find your very expensive makeup completely destroyed. The second she saw your expression, she knew she was caught. And what did she do? Take responsibility? Apologize? Nope.

She ran for her life.

"Papa!" she cried, latching onto Sylus’s leg just as he stepped out of the bathroom, still in his bathrobe, looking completely lost. "Papa, help! Mama's being so mean to me!" She clung to him, putting on a full fake crying performance without any tears.

You, on the other hand, were not falling for it. You explained everything, how you needed that makeup for an event, how it was now completely ruined by her.

Sylus glanced between the two of you, still piecing together what was happening. Then, instead of backing you up like a responsible co-parent, he just sighed, effortlessly lifting her into his arms.

Knowing full well what she’s doing, he just shrugged. "She’s just a kid. I'll buy you new makeup, alright?"

He finally looked at his daughter, quirking an eyebrow. "Did you really use all of Mama’s makeup?"

Tiny silence. Then, she nodded. "Yes."

"Did you try to cover it up by running?"

Another nod.

Sylus sighed. "Next time, just ask."

And that was it. That was his entire parenting strategy. No punishment. No consequences. Just a casual, Next time, don’t get caught.

Your daughter peeked over his shoulder, sticking her tongue out at you. Oh, she knew you lost this time.