"I've always considered myself a model father, so it therefore came as quite a shock to me when I discovered that my six-year-old son thought I was a crocodile."
Thus Arthur Marx introduces one of the typically harrowing experiences that seem to befall him as, beleaguered but defiant, he attempts with wild unsuccess to pursue a normal family life. Accustomed though he was to coping with the unorthodox and unconvential, he was still not prepared for the variety of traps and plots that have turned up on his own path as husband, father and householder.
This book was published in 1953 by the son if Groucho Marx. Aside from the politically incorrect bits which were usual at the time...I've been having a great laugh at this book. Marx is a funny guy who sees humour everywhere and his family....two average boys, a naggy wife, a less than dependable mother in law and Grandpa Groucho of course, are fodder close at hand. Oh to have the "money problems" he wrote of.
Hollywood-tinged humor pieces on parenting and homeownership, written by the son of Groucho (who makes a brief cameo appearance). The idea has been done many times before, but it's a pleasant enough book, only marred by the knowledge (thanks, Wikipedia and imdb) that the author divorced his wife shortly after it was written.