Santa Fe writer/dad Rob Wilder has just published his first book, Daddy Needs A Drink. It's a collection of stories--collected, from what I can tell, from his column in the Santa Fe Reporter--about the haps and mishaps of parenthood.

Wilder's Drink is dry, and makes me think of David Sedaris sometimes, and not just when he's telling a story of a boy, a leash, and an escape from a photo op with a Mall Santa, either. Here's a bit of a bit about his son London's thrill [ah, it starts young] with women's breasts:

After his mammilla discovery, London would be riding shotgun in a shopping cart, point at any woman B cup or larger and say, ’ÄúLook at those hipples, dad!’Äù or ’ÄúYou like those hipples, dad? I like them!’Äù or ’ÄúThose hipples are sooo big.’Äù I would be lying if I said that a few women didn’Äôt look at my ring finger after London’Äôs bad pickup line. I guess there’Äôs something to be learned from such honesty and directness. The majority, however, did not enjoy such papillan scrutiny in the produce section at Albertson’Äôs.