Wayne Rooney may be one of the England’s most celebrated soccer stars. He’s still a bit of a jerk.
Rooney told Sky News this week that he’s proud to be a dad, but ten days into the life of baby Kai, he still hasn’t changed one diaper.
Sky gives him an out: he’s been busy playing football since the baby was born. Then again, Rooney specifically asked manager Sir Alex Ferguson to play him in a Manchester United match just twenty-four hours after his wife gave birth to the baby boy. So no one was forcing him away from those nappies.
This is one of those issues I find particularly perplexing. My husband changed his first diaper in the hospital after my daughter was born. I hadn’t changed one since my brother (now in his twenties) was an infant. For all intents and purposes, we were on the same playing field. My gender gave me no better insight into the mysteries of Pampers vs. Huggies, waistbands and pull tabs.
Still, I’ve yet to meet a woman who has opted out on diaper changing. And I’ve met plenty of men who have proudly proclaimed they have avoided them all or at least the poopy ones. One man is a state trooper who shows up at grisly accident scenes but is still too disgusted to touch a diaper full of diarrhea.
It doesn’t seem to fall down gender lines in terms of fathers and sons or fathers and daughters either. I’ll admit a slight advantage over my husband in that we had a daughter – and I have a bit more familiarity with that particular set of genitalia. But Rooney has a boy – he’s got the leg up on that one.
In general, things are getting better. As I said in a Babble essay at Mother’s Day, my husband isn’t a saint because of what he does for our daughter, he’s a parent. And he would prefer the latter term to the former.
And when I asked him – the soccer nut who blogs for an English football team – what he thought of Rooney, his answer was fast and relatively furious: “he’s a jerk.”
Image: Magic of Football
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