So does this make me the bad cop?

Lately it seems that Paul has been playing the good cop to my bad cop.  I no longer offer alternatives to dinner, just lots of side dishes.  When the boys look at dinner their first question besides, "what is this?" is "when will Daddy be home?"  The exact time does not actually matter. What matters is if Dad's off curling or if he'll be home after dinner from work. Because mom doesn't take lightly her food being snubbed. Dad's happy to pour a bowl of cereal before bed. Mom sends you to bed with a cheese stick and a pat on the head.

This was further evidenced 2 nights ago when Carter kept coming into our room,

C: "I can't sleep." 
Mom: "You have to go to sleep."
C: "I just can't seem to sleep."
Mom: "Have you tried closing your eyes?  Turning off the lights? Breathing deeply? Praying? "
Carter leaves, dejected.... 2 minutes later...
C: "I still can't sleep"
Mom: "Did you try putting a pillow over your face?"  (I'm just kidding people, no bad e-mails. My kids speak fluent sarcasm by age 3 and know I'm kidding)
C: "Mom"  (eyes roll)
Dad says nothing, even when Carter climbs into bed and watches him play games on the surface.
Mom: "Carter! Get in bed now!"
C: sighs, rolls eyes and goes to bed.

I go downstairs to do something.  I hear footsteps back into my room.  I loudly climb the stairs.

Carter to Paul: "uh, oh, I gotta go." races out of room.

So today, Henri asks Paul, "Daddy, can I play XBox?"
Paul: "why don't you ask Mommy?"
Henri begins to cry.
"I don't like asking Mommy"

Guess we know who the bad cop is around here.  Sheesh!