Believe it or not, some of my earliest moments on the planet were spent in the company of my parents while they toiled away on human cadavers. I doubt this was a traditional form of family entertainment, especially in the 1950s. But as both newly-minted parents and clinical pathologists they juggled their careers with domestic obligations as best they could. It seems that decent baby sitters have always been in short supply. There is no telling what effect this experience had on their eldest child’s development or whether it influenced future career decisions, but it probably does help to explain personality traits that are probably best explored elsewhere.