I can’t stop laughing at the window joke.
Silly kids, that is what the little red mallet is for.
I believe the seat material is called “pleather”.
Kids aren’t property in Australia, despite the media’s (and many in the legal profession) repeated use of the term, the concept of custody was done away with here years ago.
“Kids aren’t property” – I am in total accord with you, but try telling it to certain blood relatives of mine.
My wife is a family law solicitor, she has to do that all the time, often with no success, so, yeah, good luck there.
Many of my friends had their parents try custody battles and it literally came down to “let the kids decide” back in the day. My parents split when I was over 18 sooo thank fuck for that
I was a couple of months shy of 12 when Dad and egg donor split for the last time; I am eternally grateful that I was asked who I wanted to live with, and man and boy I’ve never regretted my decision, and anyone who thinks I should can kiss my arse.
I’m good with both my parents…ish. If I ever had to live with my dad for an extended period of time either he or I would have ended up dead or I would have fucked off out of there no matter what. Luckily when I did live with him to help him keep the family home he was fly in fly out only home for 1 week every 5 weeks, or else I wouldn’t have done it. My dad is…difficult