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!”