....or just Jim that always do the 'fun' thing, and maybe not the smartest thing, with their kids?
On the one hand, it's nice to have a Dad that does things with you that mean old Mom won't let you do. Eat with your fingers, make a mess, whatever. I get that.
But two weeks ago Jim let Jane walk to the car after daycare via the lawn rather than the stairs (she loves the hill) but it was POURING rain. I bit my Mom-tongue and the next day the entire back of my car's leather seats were COVERED in mud (she is RF). I mentioned it nicely to him and he was like "oh gosh, I didn't even think, it was dark, etc).
LAST NIGHT, he goes to do it again. This time I actually say, "please don't, it's raining and muddy" and he's all "she loves it and she loves to carry the umbrella (as it's banging along on the ground....)". Then? she falls face first into mud. He gets to the car and he's all "wow, she's muddy". No shiit, Sherlock. I tell him to take off her shoes, blah blah. We just spent $100 to get this car detailed a week ago. We walk in the house and I see that her good shoes are COVERED in mud. I go "Dude, seriously, these are her good shoes...." and what does he say? "I know, that's why I always put her in her sneakers". I just about lost my shiit and was like "oh, really. She's muddly because I didn't put her in sneakers, not because YOU let her traipse through the mud...interesting...."
This morning? Her car seat, the back of the leather seat where she sits as well as the carpet where DH's feet were are covered in mud.
I kind of want to kill him. But, at the same time, I know he was just trying to be fun and play with her. ARGH.