Overheard the big complaining to mommy,
“Daddy is the worst babysitter ever.”
This is a twofold win. First, my wife and I joke whether time with dad is babysitting or parenting. It’s parenting, but what husband doesn’t love the playful banter of “sure, I can babysit for you that night.”? Second, it means the kiddo knows I’m less prone to folding on screen time, but doesn’t realize I’m more like (much more likely) to fold on sweets and splurge when we’re out doing stuff.
Points when bantering with the wife, reputation for austerity even when I’m squish in other domains: an unqualified victory on all fronts.