Husband clearly cannot grasp the idea that what is "appropriate" for an adult is not the same as what is "appropriate" for a seven or ten year old. If he doesn't get that, he's got no business calling himself a father. (I'm a bit triggered by this myself; I remember when my father scared the hell out of his two-year-old grandson (my sister's son; she wasn't there) because grandson was playing in a pile of dirt in the driveway, and my father thought that at age two, the child should have known the dirt was there to soak up an oil spill and should avoid playing in it. Grandson was having hysterics, and I was trying to simultaneously calm him down and rip my father a new one over this.)