Being a dad gamer is a weird dichotomy. Being handed the controller when the game is too hard, then comforting your disappointed child because you keep getting more points than them in 2 player co-operative games.

Anyone following my attempt to quietly apprehend my child’s toy saga…
He now sleeps, feeds, and bathes with his octopus baby.

All is lost. He is most definitely my offspring.

When you plan a beach day but forget to look at the forecast.

Whoever coined the term sleep is for the weak either didn’t have a toddler or needs to come take care of mine.
He’s decided that he doesn’t want sleep, but will complain about being tired… while in bed…

What’s the etiquette for taking a pass the parcel toy you love more than your kid that won it?

I think I may have purposely turned my son into a gamer.
I feel I may regret this decision sooner and later.

I’m here now. Be gentle.