My little girl has a mountain of shoes, but she only ever wears one pair on rotation for a while. She picks one pair until she gets sick of them and moves on. There is no fucking way youâd get a pair on her she didnât want to wear. Sheâs 3.
The sicknesses that they bring home in the first few months of starting creche are insane. Croppy Junior was battling a serious dose of a cold for the last two weeks and a couple of bugs have gone through the house here in the six weeks since he started.
A nightmare time. After his first 3 days in creche my lad was out for 2 weeks including a visit plus overnight stay at A&E and that pattern continued for the guts of nine months.
Thanks @fagan. Your concern is appreciated. Itâs a much tougher life for modern dads. Weâre not even allowed beat the shit out of them for little or no reason. I donât know how I do it.
Very true, I seen my older brother get a âwhalingâ from the aul lad once. While I never got the same treatment the threat was always there and kept me in line. Luckily my little lad pays no heed to me and actually hits me when I tell him off.
Modern fathers also have to contend with this modern notion that kids should have a âhappy childhoodâ.
Thereâs also some talk suggesting that they should express themselves and that they should have qualities like âcreativityâ and âconfidenceâ.
Where do you start.
My mother broke the wodden spoon off me before. The fucking thing broke.
The father did three laps running around the house after me with a Hurley doing mad swinging before after some incident as a young lad. I told him off that I was going to call Childline and my sister gave me an awful bollocking as apparently my auld lad was upset about it.
All in all, a few clippings here and there did me no harm. The father rarely lifted a hand but the mother was lethal with the wodden spoon. A serious threat that kept me in check.