Chat with a dad at work:
“Has she started buying loads of shit?”
me: “Not yet. She’s compiled an excel spreadsheet, but we have a rule that nothing is bought unless I’ve signed it off”
howls of laughter
me: “I am trying to lay down rules. She can buy anything she likes if its her money but if its our money I have to agree to it.”
more laughter
“Rules. She won’t operate by rules. It will all be your money. You will just be the yes man and the money man. If you object she’ll just say “I’m the one who’s been carrying this baby for 9 months.” She’ll go out and come back with bags of crap ‘look darling at all this stuff’ she’ll sasy. and you’ll say ‘but we don’t need it’, she’ll say ‘but it’s nice.’ You are fucked mate.”
me: “what are the good bits?”
silence