Fatherhood, by Bill Cosby

Fatherhood was my grandmother's birthday present to Chris, and he read it to me and the baby out loud both before and after the holidays. I think we still have about half of the book to go. I joke that he needs to make sure the baby hears his voice a lot, since otherwise she will think Corey Flintoff or Robert Seigel is her father, since we listen to NPR so much in the car.