In praise of the millennial dad
From our UK edition
By the school gates. At swimming lessons. In NCT classes, soft play centres and the baby aisle at Tesco. Everywhere millennial mums gather, millennial dads are there too. Often wearing the now-ubiquitous baby sling (the one that so bizarrely offended Piers Morgan and his perception of masculinity) we arrive armed with the ever-expanding paraphernalia of modern parenting. Travel potties, sun cream, scooters, snacks, spare clothes and water bottles. Sometimes multiple water bottles. On Saturday mornings at my local park, the dads almost always outnumber the mums. We all seem to have had the same idea: give mum Saturday morning off, partly because we may need to go into the office next week, or out for a beer after work. It is transactional, yes. But nice all the same. Or so I thought.
