The Young Switcheroo…Nice!
As for kid swapping, it’s a lot like babysitting. You find out your friends are either WAY better or WAY worse than you at being parents!
In the Nature vs. Nurture debate, I’d like to interject, that some kids are born pre-screwed-up, leaving little room for improvement.
Sometimes the bad parenting subsists of having let the crappiest sperm swim the fastest.
We have that too in Germany. It’s called “Frauentausch” which essentially translates as “Women swap”.
It’s the kind of show everyone rants on but is still watched a lot.
Actually, we like to take turns sending/having kids over. If our kids leave for another house: “Aaaaahhhh…. Now, didn’t I used to have a hobby once?” If other kids come over: “Aaaaaaahhhh…. At least they’re not pestering or fighting with ME…”
I’ve heard that in medieval times, it was taken as given among the upper class that “no man can raise his own son properly” — around age 12, they would be “fostered” to a family friend, who would bring them up through the difficult years. Basically, they’d be able to handle the kid much better because he wasn’t flesh&blood….
The Young Switcheroo…Nice!
As for kid swapping, it’s a lot like babysitting. You find out your friends are either WAY better or WAY worse than you at being parents!
In the Nature vs. Nurture debate, I’d like to interject, that some kids are born pre-screwed-up, leaving little room for improvement.
Sometimes the bad parenting subsists of having let the crappiest sperm swim the fastest.
I think there’s a reality TV show from US where they switch the mothers of the two family
It’s called something like “Wifeswap”
I watched it and it’s horrible.
We have that too in Germany. It’s called “Frauentausch” which essentially translates as “Women swap”.
It’s the kind of show everyone rants on but is still watched a lot.
Those kids shuriken be trouble sometimes.
I nice turn of phrase, Alixe Tiir, I salute you.
Taken one step further, I’d like to swap out in-laws.
And then swap in out-laws?
And then become the sheriff and hunt down them there rascally bandits.
It took looking at panel 3 a second time before I realized it was nunchucks that child Bruce Lee bug was holding.
Actually, we like to take turns sending/having kids over. If our kids leave for another house: “Aaaaahhhh…. Now, didn’t I used to have a hobby once?” If other kids come over: “Aaaaaaahhhh…. At least they’re not pestering or fighting with ME…”
I’ve heard that in medieval times, it was taken as given among the upper class that “no man can raise his own son properly” — around age 12, they would be “fostered” to a family friend, who would bring them up through the difficult years. Basically, they’d be able to handle the kid much better because he wasn’t flesh&blood….
A lot of times this was done under apprenticeship.
Are you sure the kid bug in panel 2 isn’t me with long hair?