…when you have a child. Jeff Zeldman is finding that out.

I remember well the first day I met my oldest child. I was prepared, I’d had more than 9 months to think about the idea, get used to it, plan for it — but it didn’t matter. The man who picked up those seven pounds 12 ounces of wiggle disappeared never to be heard from again after one look into her wondrous clear eyes. I am not him. That man could not do, and would not have done, what I have done voluntarily, even cheerfully, in the last 26 years.

And I would not have missed it for the world. Welcome to the club, Mr Z. You may have your doubts now, especially in the dead of night, at the Hour Of The Wolf, but you’ll do. It’s the men who don’t change we have to worry about.