I’m yet to determine if the story im about to tell you makes me a good or a bad parent. Me and a friend of mine took our kids to a nice big play park to have a run around, let off some steam and have fun at the weekend. Good?
We perched ourselves on a bench away from anyone else so we could have as detailed a gossip as we liked. Bad?
The children were full of joy in the sandpit, quite happy to fill a bucket up then tip it over. Good?
I found a big bag of sweeties in my rucksack, so my friend and I fired through the lot of them, hiding them behind our backs anytime one of our cherubs came towards us. Bad?
No, actually I’ve concluded that it makes me a very very good parent to eat my daughter’s sweets, I’m saving her from obesity and her teeth rotting.
Good or bad, you decide, haha.

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