I push the creaky bathroom door open. An empty shelf. No tubs of coconut-based products cluttering the space, blocking natural light from passing through the glass. The room's clean. Too clean. I stride into the kitchen… I’m just pointing out here we live in a town house so our kitchen and bathroom are opposite, it’s not a writing error. The setting is real, the rest is questionable... I stride into the kitchen, leap frog over the muddy scooter, swerve the mutating dollop of yogurt, and tip toe across the jam stained radiator like a Ninja. I land gracefully in front of the cabinet and open it. I've won. I’ve flippin' won! The Teenager brought the pots down from her fortress of technology when I asked, placed them in the dishwasher, turned the dishwasher on, and emptied it. And cleaned the bathroom. I win this round. 5000 to The Teenager, 59 to me. Definitely catching up. What are your #parentingwins? #winning #dadsofinstagram #teenagers #familytime #prouddad #instadads #creativenonfiction #dadwinning #kitchenbattles (at Stockport) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA1B5oDl34Q/?igshid=q1pvwnsu7669


















