The Uncool Dad addresses the pressures of being a child
A few weeks ago, the Missus and I were walking past the British Museum on our way home from visiting my parents in Fitzrovia. End of term was fast approaching for the kids and we were having a conversation about what to do with them over the summer holidays. Now being a few weeks back, I can barely remember the full details of the conversation (to be honest, I can barely remember if I had my daily movements this morning let alone a conversation we had four weeks ago) but it was about how other parents at the school make their minions do extra lessons, extra tuition and the mysterious art of Kumon (what the fuck is Kumon?!) outside of the hours that they already put in at school. I don’t know about your minis but after a full day at school, our younglings are cream crackered!
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The Uncool Dad’s thoughts on the inevitable and impending conversation with his kids
My eldest son is 12. 13 this year. Next month actually. He’s a handsome chap (despite a terrible hair do) so I regularly take the piss and tease him by asking him about the girlfriend that he doesn’t have (supposedly), much to the dismay of my sister and the missus who think I’m going to give him a complex. It’s just a bit of banter. But he’s a cheeky bugger so I let him have it.
After putting it on him for a bit, he’ll usually try to shift the heat onto his sister by bringing up a boy in her class. But Daddy knows all about him.. Continue reading “Having “The Talk” with your kids”
Recently the Missus and I have been speaking quite a bit about whether we should put our two year-old little panda Benjamin into pre-school. The conversation sparked when we (she) received a call from a local family centre saying that we are entitled to 15 hours per week and with the cost of childcare being the cause of many a hernia, this wasn’t a conversation that I could just “sure, whatever you want babe” my way out of.
Last week, we went through what was for us a major milestone – Benjamin relinquishing his last dummy.. something that we were dreading for fear of him going full on, inconsolable beast mode in its absence, when in actual fact it turned out to be much the opposite – he’s engaging and communicating more, his speech is improving rapidly and surprisingly sleeping deeper than if he took sleeping beauty’s apple, brewed it into a special cellar cider and smashed it off through his sippy cup. It was as if his dummy was the plug keeping him an infant, ready to be pulled to let out the next stage of childhood.
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Our two year old goes through the motions of growing up, from wearing his breakfast as a hat to saying goodbye to his dummy
It started with the image above. I was on my way to work when I received a message from the Missus. She had sent me the image of Benjamin, our two year old sitting on the sofa covered in Ready-Brek. Look back at the photo.. Look at how cute his sad face is, he looks like a sad face emoji! Awww hahaha!
Me: “What happened?!?!”
The Missus: “I went to the kitchen to make my toast and I hear him go “oooh” in his sad voice, come back in and he’s covered in this frickin porridge. LOL I tried to take it out of his hair with a wet wipe and it bloody stuck! Need to shower him now. Arghhh”
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