Here’s the ParentHaught story so far:
I’m a father. A year ago, to this day, the stork came. It was 2.30pm on a Sunday. That evening we were cuddling a snowy-haired girl and eating stork for dinner. Well, you know how bad hospital food is.
Anyway, barely a month had passed before colleagues began the inevitable bring-her-into-work campaign.
Although these are dressed up as cuddle-fests, they’re one-baby beauty contests plain and simple. (Hey, I don’t invent society’s perverse and superficial games; I just give you very smart tips on how to make them work in your favour.)… Read the restRead More