There’s something magical (and slightly suspicious) that happens when dads take over parenting duty.
The same child who clings to my legs like a koala suddenly becomes an independent explorer.
The same toddler who refuses to eat anything that isn’t shaped like a dinosaur is now happily munching on a “cool, crunchy astronaut snack” (aka plain cucumber).
What is this wizardry?
Why does everything become a fun game when Dad’s in charge?
I have a theory:
Dads are undercover theme park entertainers.
Let’s take bedtime, for example.
My version: a structured, soothing routine—warm bath, cozy pajamas, a calming bedtime story, and maybe, just maybe, a peaceful goodnight.
My husband’s version: an impromptu wrestling match, a “who can jump higher on the bed” contest, and a bedtime story that somehow morphs into an action-packed thriller.
Or mealtime. I spend an embarrassing amount of time chopping, arranging, and practically curating museum-worthy plates of food.
The kids?
They inspect every bite like a health inspector on a power trip.
But when Dad takes over? Suddenly, they’re in a food challenge—one bite of broccoli earns them “Super Strength,” and finishing the meal means they get to join the “Secret Spy Club.”
And let’s not forget the legendary Train Adventures.
My husband has turned a trip to the railway station into an event that could rival a theme park visit.
The kids are decked out like mini conductors, waving at passing trains like royalty.
They come home buzzing with excitement, talking about “the big red engine” like they’ve just met a celebrity. Meanwhile, I’m wondering why a simple trip to buy milk at the grocery store doesn’t inspire the same level of enthusiasm.
Honestly? I love it!
Yes, Dad’s approach is often chaotic, sometimes ridiculous, and occasionally borderline dangerous(do we really need to practice “long jumps” on the couch?).
But it’s also filled with belly laughs, endless energy, and the kind of memories that will stick with our kids forever.
So while I might roll my eyes when I walk into a pillow fort city taking over our living room, I wouldn’t trade Dad’s Fun Game Parenting for anything.
After all, someone has to be the responsible one—and it’s definitely not me on Saturdays when I’m hiding in the kitchen with my tea.
Are dads like this in your home too? Drop a comment below and tell me what fun games your partner has invented!
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