But every night is followed by a dawn, and here we are cruising again at last, five of us now. Antigone, whose arrival cut short our last cruise, is now almost 6, Emily is 3, and Damaris just fetched the 10-month milestone. Still, things aren't like they were before. For one, Danielle and I haven't played a single game of Scrabble. For another, I haven't managed to get through even one book—at least not one of mine. I've read Green Eggs and Ham a dozen or so times, The Cat in the Hat more times than I can count, and from the look of things, I'll be reading them every day as far into the future as I can see. Meanwhile, my volume of really interesting grown-up stuff sits idle for so long that it keeps getting lost under heaps of cut-out construction paper or scratchy drawings that must be explained to be understood. Still, many fathers don't get the time to read The House at Pooh Corner to their children even once, to say nothing of eight or nine times. No, let the grown-up books rot; I'll happily read about Piglet and the heffalump until I can recite it from memory, and I'll love every minute of it.