Knowledge is Power Annoying
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
A little kid with a little knowledge is an absolute nightmare.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
A little kid with a little knowledge is an absolute nightmare.
Can someone please tell me the difference between a dog and a two-year-old?
This is a serious question.
Now that we’ve all agreed that kids aren’t funny, let’s get to the real issue: We need to stop laughing at them.
Or we’re all gonna be in big trouble.
Large groups of toddlers make me very uncomfortable. Simply surviving the tornado that is my own (almost) two-year-old is a daily workout. When there is a group of these creatures underfoot, my blood pressure goes through the roof.
I’ve written about the struggles of keeping my son in check when visiting a friend’s home, but today’s post is not about my kid; it’s about everyone else’s.
My kid gives me enough stress. If it’s not my kid? It’s not my problem.
This blog has evolved.
It started as, and will always be, a blog about balancing the joy-sucking demands of fatherhood with the desire to actually have a life and a libido and a buzz once in a while. But faced with the emergence of an enemy that was heretofore hidden from my non-parent self, the blog has acquired a mission: keeping moms and dads free from the judgment of the Other Parent.
So what happens when the Other Parent is your spouse? What do you do when your spouse questions your parenting?