I Was a Good Fucking Dad
A lot of parenting blog posts - including many here - are about feeling bad about how bad a parent the writer is. But today, let’s flip the script!
- My daughter wanted to play on the computer for more than an hour, so I let her and I made her more computer savvy.
- My daughter wanted a malted milk ball before breakfast, so I let her have one and I made her happy.
- My daughter kept singing a non-sensical, repetitive song that was driving me crazy and I pleaded with her to stop and I finally lost my cool about it and made her stop. I taught her a valuable lesson about song structure.
See? Today I was a good fucking dad.