School report day.
I am not happy.
Boy 1. Proud as a Dad could be. He tries hard and gets his just rewards. But, he has to put in the e effort, it doesn't really come naturally, apart from his imagination, which is wonderful. Well done C.
A class of 13, with a teacher and an assistant. We told them. Devil, idle hands etc.
We don't tolerate it when he misbehaves, but they do. It's pathetic, when she speaks, the kids can't hear, but dogs go mental.
I am sick of telling him off, of depriving the things he likes, not getting his £1.50 a week pocket money because he's not got enough ticks for the week.
HE'S FIVE YEARS FUCKING OLD, AND HE HAS A BRAIN THE SIZE OF SATURN.
I know this, because I'm his father, and also I'm not stupid, and I can see the pros and cons in my boys without being introspective.
I am fucking pissed off.
We're good people.
We've got good kids.
We recognise their failings, and address them.
My boys are not perfect, but they are damn fine individuals, because that is the way they were raised, and I am proud to be their Father.
Not sure this gets across what I feel, but, my word I love them.