This morning, in a bit of a rush, I was to take my boy to rugby training this morning…however I was also bringing my girl too.
Normally this isn’t a problem…except for the fact that she is now 7 and I can no longer get away with my usual method of slapping whatever fits on her and head out.
That works when she’s a baby…then I could get away with being a “first-time” father and the fact that no matter whatever she’s wearing, babies are cute.
Today with a 7 years old that let’s face it, have a better fashion sense than her dad, this is a nightmare in the making.
No longer I could pretend that wearing a “sunday best” blouse over some shorts and some sort of a lucid rainbow coloured tights with some wellies perfectly good fashion or something.
Result: digging though a ironing basket for anything, ironing them, matching them up, seeing if they meet Her Demands and so on and then giving up and telling her that a blouse with green shorts and rainbow tights with wellies is perfectly fine.

Dear new fathers…I strongly recommend you all start watching Gok…you’ll thank me for it later…