Having long been a fan of Jim Gaffigan’s stand-up, I could not wait to read his first adventure into the realm of literature. I looked forward to seeing how he dealt with some of the more delicate, tragic, and possibly embarrassing aspects of my life. Clearly after the fifth or sixth chapter, I realized Jim is the “Dad” in “Dad is Fat”, and not me. Ironically, this is also when I discovered “Dad is Fat” is not a literary masterpiece. As the oldest of five, I’m always irritated when the baby of the family starts whining about their birth order. How many sibling butts did you wipe, Jim? …exactly.Sibling rivalry transference aside, Jim’s levity as he talked about his life was wonderfully entertaining, as well as confirming my gratitude that the lovely young lady who would one day become my darling ex-wife and I stopped at three children. Like my Papaw used to say, “I would not sell any of my children for $1billion, but I would not give you $1 for another one!” – Yes, I adjusted his quote for inflation.