Welcome to… Daddy Take Over! A brand new monthly series where Mr iMummy (or shall we call him iDaddy?) takes over the blog and shares whatever he likes! (gulp) TBH I think he’s pretty damn funny! Without further ado, let’s kick off the series with…
#1: Daddy VS Daughter
I remember having a conversation with a mate, pre-parenthood – about how I would raise my kids if I ever had any. I told him “you’ve gotta let them know who’s boss from the jump, otherwise you’re screwed for life….as soon as that baby pops out….hold them in your arms….and give them a stern stare, so they know that you are in charge”. Peeerrrrrr! Not practising what I preached has not only come back to bite me in the arse…. but to also body slam me and count to three.
The first time my daughter laid eyes on me, she was not met with the stern, alpha stare of her unshaven, rough-looking father (it was a long labour)…. No, she was met by a wet eyed crying sap – overjoyed & overwhelmed by the birth of his first-born child. It was a chicken shish wrap from there….and at three years old…. She fully knows that she has an unexplainable power over me, that I for one can’t ever see her letting go of.
“Daddy be quiet!”
“Daddy stop copying me….I SAID STOP COPYING ME!”
“Go to your mum’s!” (She got that one from her mother)
“Shhh daddy….stop talking”
“You’re not coming to the farm…only me, mummy and Baby J” …
I could continue…. those are just a few choice phrases my lovely daughter uses every other hour, to remind me that my existence is less welcomed than her mother’s & to assure that I know I’m 2nd best to mummy.
My position is this…. I can’t clip her round the ear for being constantly cheeky…. I can’t shout at her for voicing her opinion (however grating it is) and I can’t impose any laws or rules because quite simply… SHE IS THE BOSS.
I just have one word for her… “INHERITANCE”.
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