For many years Michael Mittermeier stood on stage making fun of young parents. Recently, however, he became a father himself. In his debut he relates how his daughter has transformed his life and what brings a smile to his lips now.
The story begins in the time before – when parents were always the others: pitiable, bleary-eyed, cereal-stained beings, who with stoic sincerity would insist that they were looking forward to their holiday in the baby hotel. And who were only interested in one thing: »When is it your turn?« Undeterred, Michael Mittermeier carefully set about planning the perfect time. A further five years were to elapse.
Of course, pregnancy raises a number of questions for men: Why is it forbidden to contradict pregnant women? Where did that alien come from who plunders the fridge at night? Where do pregnant women get the preternatural sense of smell from? And: can one trust midwives who have no sense of humour?
But the real madness begins after the birth. For now the baby is the centre of the universe (»Look, it‘s moving its thumb!«). The world outside vanishes, the evil fart-monster becomes a familiar acquaintance, and the top three topics of conversation are disposable nappies, dummies and lullabies.
With heart-wrenching honesty and self-irony, Michael Mittermeier recounts a time in which his life was pitched onto a roller-coaster of rapidly alternating emotions: pride, insecurity and elation. His moving account from the world of the new fathers shows that life with children is very different from what he had imagined – namely much funnier.
