The least hip cit­i­zen of Brook­lyn, Dan Zevin has a work­ing wife, two small chil­dren, a moth­er who vis­its each week to help, and an obese Labrador mutt who prefers being dri­ven rather than walked. How he got to this point is a bit of a blur. There was a wed­ding, and then there was a pup­py. A home was pur­chased in New Eng­land. A wife was pro­mot­ed and trans­ferred to New York. A town­house. A new baby boy. A new baby girl. A stay-at-home dad was born. A pre­scrip­tion for Xanax was filled. Grey hairs appeared, grey hairs fell out. Six years passed in six sec­onds. And then came the mini­van.

Not just a dad­dy book, Dan Gets a Mini­van is about a guy who hap­pens to be a dad. Accli­mat­ing to adult­hood has nev­er been his strong suit, and this slice-of-midlife sto­ry chron­i­cles the whole hilar­i­ous jour­ney — from insti­tut­ing date night to join­ing Cost­co; from tour­ing Dis­ney­land to recov­er­ing from knee surgery; from los­ing ambi­tion to gain­ing per­spec­tive. Where it’s all head­ing is anyone’s guess, but, for Dan, suburbia’s call­ing — and his mini­van has GPS.