Parenting 101: You're not allowed nice things...apparently

I've spoken before about the Who's Your Daddy app, which I really enjoy. But every now and then I hate it. Today was one of those days.

I'm not even allowed toys now? Hurmpf.
I mean! Look at it! It started so well...

"Hit the toy shop." Yes!
"This weekend." Yes!
"For Blu." Fair enough.
"Not you!" Dammit.

But that's not all. A friend of mine said to me this week that, basically, if you love a physical object (say your phone, for example) prepare to have your heart broken; your child will destroy it. I saw my brother's cracked phone screen a little while ago and asked what happened. His response: "I have a two-year-old." Conversation over, as if this was all the information I needed. And to be honest, it was all the information I needed.

Destructosaurus, aka every child ever. (Pic via: OverDrive)

Okay, yeah, I get it. Things are going to change a lot. I honestly do get it, and I'm prepared for three of the worst things I've been told thanks largely to my mates (you can check out the advice they gave me here). But does it honestly mean that parents can't have nice things? Are toys for me completely out of the question? HELP!

Ps. You can get a copy of Destructosaurus here.

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