My dad is really weird, and that includes his inability to handle small children. Or maybe just children related to him? (See picture above.) It’s all good now that I’m in my thirties and B is around (who he gets along really well with, especially when it comes to cooking food and asking for help on all of his new Apple products/high speed Internet connection/office set-up). Except that when I found out we were going to have a baby, he managed to break every etiquette rule in the book.
While my mom would share her excitement about the new addition to the family, he’d simply look at me and say one of the following:
“Your stomach is getting big.”
“It looks a lot lower now.”
“Did you give birth yet?” (This was over the phone when I called to talk to my mom when I was 7 months along.)
“You look like you have worms.”
And now, since the baby is here, he just asked:
“How is breastfeeding going?”
Like, YUCK. It’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, DAD. LEAVE ME ALONE.
UPDATE! I saw my dad yesterday and the following happened:
Dad: Are you doing the breastfeeding?
Dad: …Is stuff coming out?