Why Dads Deserve A Break Sometimes. No, Actually, A Real One

If you were to try that in our house, you’d soon find you and your tea covered in craft goods and co-opted into a very physical game called The Hulk Cooks Dinner For The Avengers, which involves being yelled at for poor omelette technique and being asked complex questions about red dwarfs and gas giants. All the while, Alexa is playing Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones on repeat, at full volume, and by your side, a two-year-old is grinning up at you, and very obviously nudging out a poo. Welcome to my home. It is not yet 6am.