Cogito, you'll destroy his masculinity. Which, as we all know, shall be, is now, and ever has been, a matter of wearing a suit, being out of the house 22 hours a day, organising all that money stuff with which we mustn't trouble our pretty little heads and under no circumstances being allowed near a domestic appliance. It's funny how the dear things can do engineering but not work the washing machine. Must be too simple for their great minds.
Off to do some token Sunday-evening parenting before I fuck off to Heathrow at the crack of dawn for my own selfish, money-grubbing purposes.