Mr4 and I had one of those conversations today. We were heading off to the picture framer to collect his first birthday presents and I explained that they were for his room. He was excited. Were there Ninja Turtles involved? Fireman Sam? Er, no, I had to tell him. These were special ones. Ones that he would be able to give to his children one day.
“Will I be a Daddy?”
“There’s a lot to do to be a Daddy.”
Hmmm. This could be interesting. “Like what? What do you think you’ll need to do to be a Daddy?”
“Well, I’d have to cook dinner for the Mummy so that she didn’t have to do it every night.”
Huzzah! “What else?”
“I’d need to be able to read, so I could read stories to the kids.”
“I’d have to practise sending them to bed when they were naughty.”
Suppressed laughter. Silence.
“AND, I’d have to look after them… Mum?”
“I don’t think I’m ready to be a Daddy. There’s a lot to do.”
Take your time, Mr4, take your time.
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