Being a father isn't always easy. For the kids, you're always second fiddle (incidentally, I quit playing violin because I got tired of being first chair second violins). We were talking about this the other night with Martha and she said: "Dad, I love you but I love Mom just a teensy weensy bit more." She was using the tip of her finger to show how much that teensy weensy bit was.

It was very cute.

Then she told me I was fat.

"But it's OK. I've seen fatter people."