I read Anders a bunch of stories yesterday. It really calmed him down. The nurse said that when I stopped reading and left, Ando Calrissian started thrashing around and crying. Finally, she had to read him a story to settle him down.
Then last night I read him the same stories again. I even quasi-sang "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." I cannot sing and hate to sing in public (except on Easter Sunday and during "Joy to the World). I felt like a parent reading those stories.
I had become a father on Saturday, but I didn't become a dad until Tuesday.
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