Right now my husband is getting his 'dad' on. Every now and again he he has a dad moment where he turns into the father off of sitcoms.
His 'Dad' character likes to do DIY, which is pretty funny as he works for a software company and is much more confortable building virtual structures than real ones.
However, since I've been pregnant there have been a few instances where he has mysteriously turned into the instantly recognisable bloke.
The first was when we bought a buggy. He rolled up his sleeves, poured over the instructions, got all 'dad' about it- before getting really annoyed, kicking the unfinished frame, going for a lie-down and leaving (pregnant) me to put the thing together.
The next one was when I ordered a flat-packed bookcase. He spent all afternoon putting together and recounts the story like he spent half the day wrestling a bear.
Right now, we have just received our cot. Due to a distinct lack of baby shops in our area and our distinct lack of car, this also came flat-packed off the internet.
He's attempting to put it together, whilst watching Blackburn lose horribly to a team who are, on paper, wildly inferior- nothing new there then. God knows what it'll turn out like but it is encouraging to know that inside every account exec, IT guy, premiere league footballer, male stripper there's is a 'Dad'.
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