Although the child can`t suck milk out of the fathers chest... beleive me they grow behind the shoulder of the father... At least me.... just standing behind him... seeing him do the things... from fixing my bed lamp.... to fixing my future.... he was ahead ... and me always peeping from his shoulder... learning to live.. learning to give life. don`t you grow up with the feeling why he can do all the things that you can`t ..let it be opening a coke bottle .... or burning a malta bara... or ... or .. .there are lots of or. With Respect to those all fathers!!!!!!!