I'm going to tell you something.
My husband is brilliant with children.
They all love him.
We had a wee girl across the road that chapped my door most weekend days and I would answer it (unlike some people on here, who would need four days notice), and she would ask if he (not my two wee boys) was coming out to play.
For context, we live in a private road which is a cul-de-sac.
I would look out and her mum would be rolling about laughing on her own doorstep. So I would shout to my husband " are you going out to play because K is at the door asking?"
So he would say "tell her I'll be there in a minute", then go out and play with her for 10 minutes.
Her parents were a HT and a class teacher. They, like us, had boys. They had three, we had two and then they had this wee charmer.
Fast forward a couple of years and my youngest son had mainly girl pals.Just the dynamics of the neighbourhood and his P1 class.
His best pal was a girl who was the wee sister of one of my oldest sons male pals and we were friends with the parents.
She came to us for a sleepover and was violently sick after they went to bed.
Big drama.
They were 5.
So we got her out of bed, and I put her in the bath (downstairs) while my husband was changing the sheets etc and she was really upset but wanted him.
I called up, "can we change what we're doing because she wants you rather than me".
He replied " there is no way I am putting myself in a position of bathing a wee girl in this day and age".
How sad is that?
This is what this hyperbole causes.