PARENTING
01/28/2015 04:41 pm ET Updated Jan 28, 2015

An Hour After My Son Was Born, I Was Right Where My Wife Needed Me. In Line At Shake Shack

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My son was just an hour old and I had just become a proud first-time father. Guess what I was doing. Cradling him, while singing him his first lullaby? Nope. Showing him off to gathered relatives? Try again. Triumphantly posting a picture to Facebook? Sorry, wrong.

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