Here's another thing those "new father" books never tell you:
When you come home from work, and your little 11-month-old expert cruiser who is this close to walking greets you by pulling himself up by your pant legs into a standing position so you can get a better look at his wide, gap-toothed smile, your chest heaves with waves of pride and affection.
The experience is diametrically unpleasant when it's the weekend, and you're wearing shorts.
