Putting kids in wheelie bins and other questionable practices

Does putting your four year old inside a wheelie bin for the sake of an Instagram photo make you a bad person?

And does it change anything if the photo gets lots of likes?

I should add that the wheelie bin in question was brand new. So sparklingly clean that I would’ve happily eaten my dinner out of it. So I had fewer qualms about putting Lola into it than if it had been full of fish heads and soiled nappies.

Nevertheless I couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt. I sold the whole stunt to her as a bit of fun but isn’t it a bit more sinister than that?

Sure, it’s not at the top of the bad parenting scale, jostling with leaving your toddlers to babysit one another while you go clubbing or hiring them out to a St Giles pickpocketing gang, but it isn’t going to find its way into any parenting best practice manuals either.

My parents certainly never did anything like it to me. Granted, Instagram wasn’t around in those days, though likewise I haven’t come across any such pictures in the family photo album. In fact, the worst I’ve seen is a photo of my brother and I in matching green and yellow tracksuits at the Lord Mayor’s Show (yep, that’s right, in public). Yet I’m fairly sure our parents dressed us up in the same clothes because they thought we’d like it as opposed to any deep-seated desire to humiliate the two of us.

If it were only the wheelie bin I could probably reconcile it but I’m barely scratching the surface. I have more of these photos than is strictly healthy – of Lola straddling the roof of a Wendy house, sat inside an IKEA bag, wearing one of her baby sister’s nappies on her head like a Dutch bonnet. It’s all great visual material for the bride’s father’s speech but I wonder whether she will see it that way when she’s old enough to know better.

At least I’m fair with it. Both girls get the same treatment. From the moment Mina was born, I’ve been hyper-vigilant for any opportunities to get “amusing” baby photos. In fact there are occasions when the photo opportunity is my raison d’ être for taking her out of the house.

Another photo that Mina was delighted to appear in
Is that so very wrong?

Photos are one thing, but you can have so much more fun with your kids than that. Take lemons. The expressions that babies produce when they eat a slice of lemon are hysterical. If you haven’t tried it, you should – as I do frequently.

And alcohol. I’m never one to miss an opportunity to give the kids a drink. There’s little more amusing than a child’s reaction to hard liquor. Ok, I’m not talking about breaking open the schnapps with the girls, but I rarely resist the urge to give one or other of them a sip of whatever I’m having. Mina tried beer for the first time a few weeks ago. Her reaction beat lemon-face hands down.

I can’t decide whether these puckish little games that I play make me an awful human being and necessitate the involvement of Social Services or if this whole article is simply a ‘humblebrag’.

Am I actually reinforcing my vastly superior parenting skills by focusing on the few things I do that fall beneath my own high standards? Perhaps I can confess this stuff because it’s the worst that happens to the girls. After all they get fed and clothed most days and Lola makes it to school more often than not.

Life could be a lot worse for them, nevertheless when they grow older are they really going to thank me for the memories?

Am I genuinely an awful father or is the advent of smartphones and the trend towards laid-back parenting means that ritual debasement is something that every parent lays on their children these days?

A version of this article originally appeared on The Motherload.


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