I used to be on the receiving end of these comments quite a lot on 'Daddy days' when the boys were younger. Less so these days, but I think there's still a general sense if I am alone with the boys for a weekend that it's a miracle if they come through it unscathed.
I maintain that many of the Dads I know are fantastic, and that many parents - Dads and Mums alike - inevitably have the odd moment they're less proud of. Incidentally, on that note, it's well worth listening to Adam Buxton's interview with Doc Brown where he talks about children's books, and in particular 'Not now, Bernard'. If you haven't read it, do: it's a splendidly dark exploration of parental neglect.
It seems it has been a year since I last posted, and another Father's Day prompts me to return.
I think my two young boys, now nearly 12 and 9, finally disowned me this Father's Day following an elaborate and protracted build up to the punchline 'Ghostlusters'. This reminded me that this whole blog could conceivably be a front for my continued obsession with Dad jokes, which will be familiar to anyone who follows me on Twitter.