David told me a charming story Monday. He and his wife delayed having children until he was 35 and she was 36. They had an active life together, and didn't want the responsibility of a child. "We were selfish," he said. Finally, they decided that they'd best not wait any longer. Thus the little girl. He adores her.

He said that a few days ago she came into their bedroom and woke him up. He opened his eyes to see a little face staring at him. "Daddy," she said, "would you like to come up to my room and play with me for a while?" David said to me, "And I really did want to. And I did."