Bad daddy | toddlerdaddy.com

I have a confession to make - I am at times a terrible Dad.
See I am that father that despite the rules and strict guidelines clearly spelt out by she who must be obeyed occasionally breaks these rules for my peace of mind. For example Little Miss has been recovering from a nasty stomach bug so we have implemented the bland food rule. However I just can’t say no ALL the time.
This afternoon was our first real adventure outside the home compound and we headed to the library, where I must say all my parenting skills were on fine display, for example:
1. I demonstrated the importance of honesty by lying to the librarian in an attempt to get out of a $1 late free. In an extra special ove I used the birth of Usurper as the excuse for the books not being returned - completely ignoring the fact I must have passed the library 50 times since the arrival of our latest.
2. I then let her run around picking up books from one lot of shelves and putting them on other shelves - this I justified by the fact they were just the childrens books and she was just looking for something to take home.
3. Once we had cut a swathe of destruction through the library we headed over to the supermarket to pick up a few things for dinner. It was then that I showed my true colors. As I pushed the trolley down the lollie aisle these big blue eyes looked up at me from under a blonde fringe and a bearly audible whisper of ‘treat?’ was all I heard - and in an instant I broke all the rules and all the promises I had made my wife before leaving the house. Bad, bad daddy
On the upside I did get part of a Freddo Frog for myself