The problem with having dinner with friends you haven't seen in twenty years is between David scraping up his knee and screaming forever and his banging on drums and singing at the top of his lungs, you don't actually get more than the vaguest outline of what they've been up to. Someone went to Nicaragua, Israel, and Japan. Three capital cities—three kids. And wow, really nice kids. Can my kids be like that when they are 8, 12, and 16? But, hey, forget about life stories, we got to play telephone. David totally cracked me up, and Rose was in heaven. Then David gave everyone a musical instrument and we marched him up to the bath banging on drums and jangling tambourines. We want to do this every night.