If we’re going to save fatherhood (and fathers), we need to start giving boys baby dolls.
I had heard it dozens of times and said nothing: “You’ll have to ask my wife, that’s really not my area.”
“Yeah I really don’t know what my kid had for breakfast or when they pooped last, that’s my wife’s job.”
“I don’t know how to do that, but my wife does. Must be those maternal instincts, right?”
This time there was a dad in front of me whose kid walked gleefully into my preschool classroom without saying goodbye to him. She…