It’s time for a wake-up call — a reality check.

Calling all parents, grandparents and significant others. This information is for you.

It’s sad to say, and don’t take this personally, but your kids are breaking up with you. Slowly, gently, bit by bit. And guess what, it doesn’t matter if you’re the Father of the Year or the best damn company in Perth: you’ll soon be slipping down the order of relevance.

And you know what? It’s mostly the right thing, the way things should be, the natural order. And as tough as it is, good luck avoiding it. This column is really just a timely warning that it’s coming.

It starts somewhere around the age of 12. One day they’re begging to hang out with you, to kick the footy, to tag along to Bunnings, or sit on the couch and watch whatever you’re watching.

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