Speaking of reading books...
The experience of being a father is full of surprises for me, and most all of them are pleasant. But there's one that's really, really unpleasant.
It makes me an emotional wreck when I sit down to read fiction of any sort that in any way relates to childhood. Even (perhaps especially) descriptions of childhood woes that are cliched or trite have a devastating effect on me as a reader. I often have to put the book down and try again later.
Max (pictured), I blame you.