Tom from England loves showing affection to his young son, Roman. However, when their sweet moments were shared on social media, not everyone was happy.
Some people criticized Tom for kissing his five-year-old son on the lips, accusing him of confusing his child. But Tom, from northern England, isn’t backing down. He’s using humor and simple logic to fight back against the trolls. Roman supports his dad, telling the critics, “You are all crazy!”
The bond between a parent and child is special and helps shape the child’s morals, principles, and personality. Every parent has their own way of raising their children, influenced by factors like culture, socioeconomic status, health, or personal preference.
Tom, from Yorkshire, England, is a loving father of two. He doesn’t let the negative comments from trolls affect his parenting style. He often posts videos on TikTok and gets a lot of attention from women who admire his blue eyes, accent, fit and tattooed body, and most importantly, his love for his sons, 5-year-old Roman and Raphael Reign, who was born in mid-May 2023.
A lot of Tom’s videos on TikTok show him addressing accusations that he’s confusing Roman and putting him in danger of strangers or infections.
But Tom won’t give up.
On June 27, a user told Tom, “Just gorgeous both but don’t kiss him on the lips.” Tom responded by saying he would continue showing his five-year-old son love as long as Roman allowed it. Tom said, “I find it worrying that it bothers you. I will kiss my son, my five-year-old child, on the lips for as long as I deem necessary and as long as he lets me, right, because I love him to bits and he’s my best pal. One day he won’t want me to, and he probably won’t want much to do with me. So, for now, I’ll carry on as I am.”
Fans shared supportive comments like, “Love kisses with my kids and now my granddaughter–the people who think it’s wrong are the worry xx.” Another person, who lost her father, said: “Absolutely ridiculous! I always kissed my dad on the lips, and I lost him 2 years ago. I wish I could cuddle him and kiss him again.”
Tom replied to the kind comments, saying, “He is the most loving little boy, and it’s because we raise him with love. Thank you for these comments.”
However, one user’s outrageous accusation got a quick response from Tom. The person wrote, “Shouldn’t kiss him because of the bacteria in your mouth. Did you know you can make your child more susceptible to cavities if you have them and kiss them?”\
In a popular post with almost 123,000 likes, Tom shared a witty message: “Wow. So if I kiss my 5-year-old son on the lips, he’ll get cavities. He’ll get cavities from his daddy kissing him.” Tom then asked Roman what he thought. Giggling, Roman replied, “Don’t be silly!” and kissed his dad on the lips.
Fans had a lot to say about the unfounded claim that Tom kissing Roman could cause cavities. One person wrote, “Omg …who educated that person…you kiss away, you two,” while another added, “That is soooo ridiculous…and I work with a dentist. Carry on being the loving dad you are… your son is so cute.”
In early July, Tom posted a viral video of him and Roman sitting in a car, with nearly 579,000 likes. In the video, Tom said, “Don’t worry. Absolutely nothing’s going to change.” He then turned to his son and asked, “Roman, what do you think of people who say you shouldn’t kiss me on the lips?”
Roman responded emphatically, “You are all crazy. That’s my daddy!” The video ended with the pair sharing a sweet kiss.
Fans jumped in defending the cause of his post, and supporting the father, one writes, “Some people are just sick he is adorable and would soon tell ya when he gets older if he didn’t like it.” Another writes, “we kiss on the cheeks in my culture, but i really love that father-son relationship.”
One user chimed in and speaking to the Yorkshire father’s trolls, she asked “have you a problem with him kissing him on the lips because he is a man? Because if this was his mom, I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
Responding to the comment and thanking the woman for highlighting the issue, Tom said, “I’ve genuinely been curious about this because it’s something I’ve thought about too. I don’t think anyone would say anything if it was a mom kissing her little boy. For some reason, when it’s a dad kissing his son, people always have something to say, and I don’t understand why—it’s always this weird minority.” He added, “I’m glad a woman brought this up, so I really appreciate that. And I’m not changing anything.”
In another video, Tom looks visibly frustrated as he responds to a comment suggesting that kissing his son could make the boy vulnerable to dangerous strangers. The commenter wrote, “Don’t kiss your children on the lips, fact. Because not all humans have the right intentions. Do you see what I’m saying? Don’t make it acceptable!”
Tom joked in his response, “So the logic here is, if I kiss my five-year-old, he will think that he can go off and it’s okay to kiss strangers, strange adults… obviously!” Holding back his laughter, he continued, “So let’s apply that logic. I can’t have him in my car anymore to take him places because he could get in a stranger’s car and think that’s normal. He can’t live in my house anymore…well he could just walk into a stranger’s house and think that that’s normal.”
Then, the devoted dad suggested a different approach: “Or we could, now hear me out, we could… teach him that he’s got a mummy and a daddy and kissing them is normal but kissing dodgy Barry down the road is a bit weird.”
Most people in his online community support Tom and love seeing the affection he shows his son. They’re happy that Tom doesn’t back down to online trolls who have no right to tell him how to parent.
What do you think about dads kissing their children on the lips? Do you think it’s okay for moms to do the same?
I Saw a Little Girl Crying Alone in the Park and Decided to Help Her, Unaware That Our Meeting Would Change My Life — Story of the Day
I saw a little girl crying alone in the park and couldn’t walk away. She was lost, scared, and needed help. I had no idea that one small act of kindness would lead me into a world of wealth, suspicion, and unexpected bonds. What started as a simple rescue soon changed my life forever.
I trudged along the park path, my feet dragging against the gravel. The rejection still rang in my ears, the interviewer’s forced smile, the polite but final “We’ll be in touch.”
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I knew what that meant. I had no savings left, no backup plan. Rent was due in three days, and I had nothing. A lump formed in my throat.
Breathe, Claire, just breathe.
Then, through the quiet rustling of leaves, I heard it—a soft, hiccuping sob. I stopped, scanning the area.
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My eyes landed on a small figure perched on a thick tree branch, her legs dangling.
A little girl, no older than six, clung to the trunk, her cheeks streaked with tears.
I stepped closer, keeping my voice soft. “Hey there, are you okay?”
The little girl sniffled and shook her head. “No. I’m stuck. I can’t get down.”
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She clung to the rough bark, her small hands gripping the tree. I glanced around. No one else was nearby.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you,” I said.
I reached for the lowest branch, hoisting myself up. The bark scratched my palms, but I climbed higher. The girl watched me, her eyes wide.
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“Hold onto me,” I told her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. I carefully lifted her, holding her close as I climbed down. My feet hit the ground. I set her down gently and wiped a tear from her cheek.
“There. You’re safe now,” I said.
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She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Thank you.”
“What’s your name?” I asked. “Where’s your mom?”
“Zoe,” she said. “I don’t have a mom.”
I hesitated. “I’m Claire. Where’s your dad?”
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“He’s at work,” she said.
“Who were you here with?” I asked.
“My nanny,” Zoe said. “But I don’t know where she is.”
I frowned. “Do you want to look for her?”
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“No. I just want to go home,” Zoe said.
I sighed. Leaving a lost child alone wasn’t an option. “Alright, let’s go,” I said.
Zoe grabbed my hand and started walking. “My dad is going to be really mad at Mila. He worries about me all the time.”
“Mila is…?” I asked.
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“My nanny. She teaches me French and German,” Zoe said.
“Do you like that?”
She scrunched her nose. “No. She only cares about her fiancé. She flirts with him all the time.”
I laughed. “Who told you that?”
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“Marta. She’s our housekeeper. Mila is her daughter.”
That told me one thing—her dad had money.
“Do you have a husband?” Zoe asked.
“Not yet,” I said.
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“We’re here!” she shouted.
I looked up and nearly gasped. A massive mansion stood before us.
Zoe ran to the gate and started climbing. “Boost me up!”
I hesitated but lifted her. She landed on the other side, unlocked the gate, and pulled me toward the house.
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The moment we stepped inside, voices echoed through the grand hall.
“How could you lose my daughter?!” a man’s deep voice boomed.
“I—I don’t know,” a woman stammered. “She just disappeared.”
“You were supposed to stay at the park and wait for me! Not leave her alone and come back here!” The man’s voice grew sharper.
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“I panicked,” the woman said. Her tone was weak, almost pleading.
“You’re fired the moment Zoe is found. Pray nothing happened to her, or I’ll take you to court,” the man threatened.
“Simon, don’t be so harsh,” an older woman interjected. “Mila made a mistake.”
Zoe’s grip on my hand tightened. She took a deep breath, then let go and ran toward the voice. I followed and stopped at the doorway.
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“Daddy!” Zoe cried.
A tall man with sharp features knelt down and pulled her into his arms. His face softened as he hugged her tightly. His expensive suit wrinkled as he held her close.
The younger woman, standing a few steps away, looked pale. She had the same eyes as the older woman beside her. Mila and Marta, I realized.
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Simon’s relief was brief. His sharp gaze turned to me. His whole body tensed. “Who are you? What were you doing with my daughter?” His voice was hard, demanding.
I raised my hands slightly. “I just brought her home. I was leaving.” I turned toward the door.
“Wait,” Simon called just as I stepped outside. I stopped, my hand hovering over the gate, then slowly turned back to face him.
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“Zoe told me what happened. You helped her down from a tree, then walked her home. I’m sorry for how I reacted. I was scared.”
“It’s fine. I understand,” I said.
“Thank you for bringing her back. How can I repay you? Do you need money?”
I hesitated. “No, I don’t need money… but do you have a job opening?”
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Simon studied me. “Well, there’s a vacant nanny position now. Zoe seems to like you.”
“Really? I’d be grateful.”
“Come inside. Let’s discuss it,” Simon said.
And that’s how I became Zoe’s nanny. She was a wonderful child—bright, curious, and full of energy.
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Every day, she greeted me with a smile and a new story to tell. We played, read books, and made up silly songs.
She asked endless questions about the world, and I answered as best as I could.
When I looked at her, I saw a younger version of myself—hopeful, eager, but a little lost. At times, it felt like she was the daughter I never had.
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Simon and I rarely spoke. In the mornings, he would nod before leaving for work.
In the evenings, he would check on Zoe and retreat to his office. Even so, I could see how much he loved her.
His face softened when she hugged him. His voice was gentle when he tucked her in at night.
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Marta, however, made her disapproval clear. She barely spoke to me, but her cold stares said enough—she believed I had taken Mila’s job.
One evening, Simon texted, asking me to stay late. After tucking Zoe into bed, I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen, his shoulders slumped.
His tie was loosened, his hair slightly messy. His hands gripped a coffee mug.
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“Zoe’s asleep,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.
Simon looked up, his eyes tired. It seemed like he had forgotten I was still there. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Sorry you had to stay late. I’ll pay you extra.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I love spending time with her. If I didn’t need a job, I’d do it for free.”
Simon gave a small smile. “She likes you too. She asked me if you could be her mom.”
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I blinked. “Oh… that’s surprising.” I studied him for a moment. “Can I ask what happened to her mother?”
Simon’s face darkened. “She passed away during childbirth.” His voice was quiet. “Zoe is all I have left.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
Simon nodded, looking down at his coffee mug. Then, after a pause, he looked back at me. “I like you too,” he said.
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I froze. “Oh… I—”
“As a person,” he clarified. “You bring light into this house.”
I exhaled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
We talked for a while. Mostly about Zoe, her favorite books, the silly jokes she told at dinner.
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But the next morning, that feeling was gone. When I arrived at work, Simon stood by the gate. His expression was cold.
My stomach tightened. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re fired,” he said.
I stared. “What? Why?”
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He folded his arms. “I know you stole the jewelry. If you needed money, you could have asked.”
“I didn’t take anything! I swear!” My voice shook.
“Claire, please. It wasn’t just jewelry—it was my wife’s.”
“I have never stolen anything in my life!” Tears burned my eyes.
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“Return it in two days, and I won’t press charges. If not, I’ll call the police.”
“But I didn’t take anything!” I cried.
Simon turned away, shutting the gate behind him.
I stood frozen, my chest tight, my hands trembling. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breath.
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My whole world had just crumbled. Simon thought I was a thief. He didn’t believe me. He had shut the gate without a second thought.
I wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket and glanced up. Zoe stood at the window, her small hands pressed against the glass.
Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart ached.
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I forced a weak smile and waved. She lifted her hand slowly, then pressed her fingers to the glass. I turned and walked away, my legs heavy.
At home, I tore through my tiny apartment, checking drawers, cabinets, and bags. Nothing.
No hidden jewelry. No proof of my innocence. Exhausted, I curled up in my chair and cried myself to sleep.
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A sharp knock startled me awake. I rubbed my swollen eyes and shuffled to the door.
When I opened it, I froze. Zoe and Simon stood outside. He held a large bouquet of flowers.
Zoe nudged Simon’s side. “Say it,” she whispered, looking up at him expectantly.
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Simon let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yesterday,” he said. His voice was quieter than I’d ever heard it. “I shouldn’t have accused you without proof.”
My throat tightened. “I swear, I didn’t take anything,” I said. My voice shook, but I held his gaze.
He nodded. “I know. Marta framed you,” he admitted. “Zoe didn’t believe it, so she searched Marta’s things and found the jewelry. Marta wanted you gone so Mila could have her job back.”
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I let out a breath. “I see. That must have been hard for you to deal with.”
Simon shook his head. “No, I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you.” He held out the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yelling. For everything.”
I hesitated, then took the flowers. “Thank you.”
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Zoe tugged on Simon’s sleeve. “Tell her she’s my nanny again,” she insisted.
Simon met my eyes. “If you still want the job,” he said.
“Of course, I do,” I said without hesitation.
Before I could react, Simon pulled me into a hug. Warmth spread through me. Then Zoe joined in, her small arms wrapping around both of us. I smiled, holding them close.
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