Diary Of A Bad Dad
Mrs T accused me of being a helicopter parent. After I Googled it I discovered it meant I was “a parent who takes an overprotective or excessive interest in the life of their child or children.’’
I wasn’t taking that lying down - or indeed taking it sitting down on the sofa watching Sky Sports on the telly.
“How is it even possible to have an “excessive’’ interest in your child’s life?’’ I ranted.
I could tell by the look on her face, she thought my an- swer proved her point.
It turns out me and my fellow helicopters are also making life difficult for teachers –as if they didn’t have enough on their plate with all that marking.
In any case with Toddlernator the Terrible, it’s me that needs protecting. He’s going through a phase of thwacking (his word) me with anything he can lay his hands on. The balloons are okay, but shoes hurt!
Perhaps I should leave him to his own devices. He’ll soon learn you can’t run through brick walls.