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”
The Uncool Dad on the perils of wearing white sneakers around the kids
We were walking down Oxford Street – myself with the Missus, the two minis and the mini-mini in his tank (ok his pram. But it’s a solid piece of baby ride hence its nickname). The pavement was wet from the prior rainfall. And then it happened – the moment when I was ready to set my step-son’s Pokémon cards on fire.
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The Uncool Dad on getting back in shape, not just for himself but for his family
Being a parent is a mentally and physically demanding role. There’s no two ways about it, and if anyone says raising a child is easy, tell them to shut up.
I joke. Don’t tell them to shut up lol, it’s rude.
But jokes aside, if you’re blessed with a well behaved, obedient child and you yourself possess the patience of Joy from Inside Out, you should consider yourself very lucky and you have my admiration.
However, if you’re like the rest of us, you have to constantly keep your wits about you when your young children are around. Even when you’re not switched on, you’re still going to have to make sure little Johnny doesn’t pull down a chest of drawers and pancake himself Continue reading “Move Your Arse, Uncool Dad!”