It's Official - Daddy = Sucker

OK, so I am sharing this little story for a few reasons; a)entertainment b)to solidify self awareness of my situation and 3) did I say entertainment? So, it's 5:40 something in the AM, I am back from the gym getting ready for work. Everyone is still sleeping and I am shaving; HARK! a whimper from Olivia's monitor. Shut off the water, eyes on the monitor as if I can read what is going to come out of it, duh, then some mumbles. What is she saying?? Closer to the monitor, this time with my ear turned towards it (genius I say). "I have runny noses, daaaaddy, I have runny noses!" Now, Olivia is 2 and a half, can hold a conversation with adults about the rights and wrongs of what Sophia, Daddy and Ramesses (the dog) are doing, dress herself, etc. etc., and is in a bed she can get out of and reach the tissue box (or heck use her sleeve) BUT, she chooses to sit up and declare (at 5:40 ish in the AM) "I have runny noses!" OK, back to the story. So, after hearing over the monitor, the critical situation at hand (again, runny noses), Daddy with towel around waist, shaving cream on half his face, swiftly runs down the hall with tissue in hand, enters the room and wipes the "runny noses". Mission accomplished, daddy saves the day!! Without a whimper, cry or other words Olivia, no more runny noses, puts head to pillow and goes back to sleep. Walking back to my room, the hero, I start to think.... Oh, my god!! I am the biggest sucker there is. I have lost all credibility as daddy the authority figure, and become well, daddy the whipping boy, sucker, whatever word you want to use. So, you've heard it. I realize it now. Will I change? Na. Am I in trouble now that we have three princesses I can dote over? Yes. Will Kim kill me for creating spoiled children? Definitely! Can you poke fun at me? Sure. Have at it!