Dad gave me THEY SHOOT CANOES, DON�T THEY? for Christmas, 1982, the day before my son was born. I worked 3-11 that night in ICU, but we only had two patients in pretty good shape, so I spent most of the shift with my wife and son in L&D while Mom, Dad, My aunt, and my brother babysat the girls. They started celebrating the new grandson/nephew before I got home, so I had to play catch-up. The folks went then drove home (they were in no shape to walk) and my brother stayed. He read aloud the first half of "All You Ever Wanted to Know About Live Bait but Were Afraid to Ask", and I read the second, crying and holding my belly all the way. Tried to start the next story, but had to quit. Couldn't see the page anymore. We laughed ourselves to sleep that night.
