Don’t get me wrong, he’s an incredible father, truly. The best.
Our kids see him as an equal to me which basically means they annoy him as much as they annoy me.
Can we STOP giving him a fucking round of applause every time he looks at his own children?
Can we stop fawning over him when he changes a nappy? Can we stop hyperventilating when he gives them a bath?
I’m going away for two nights tomorrow and some people are ready to throw a goddamn ticker tape parade in his honour.
Yes, he’s great, we love him to pieces, but I’m sorry, he doesn’t deserve a father of the year nomination for looking after his own kids.
He’s not a simpleton. He’s pretty capable. But fuck me swinging, the way some people carry on you’d think he was a three year old, learning to speak Latin.
When we squeal because a dad has been A DAD, it’s a bit like someone gasping in shock and telling a woman they’re so impressed she can operate a computer. Like OH MY GOD, that’s SUPER impressive! Well done you for knowing how to use internet banking you clever clogs!
Well, thanks a bunch but I’m not a fucking moron, Gary.
It undermines their legitimate skills and value as parents. Blokes can parent too you know?
Alternatively, if we really can’t stop celebrating men who parent their children, can we – at the very least – THROW ME A FUCKING PARADE FOR DOING THE SAME FUCKING THING?
That’d be great, ta xx
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