My mother had a brilliant sense of humour. Nothing … no one was safe. My father saw me when I was two days old and next when I was two years old. WW II intervened between those sightings. He was so excited to see me that he woke me up at 2 am when he arrived home. My mother had created a little surprise for him. In his absence, she taught me to say, “I’se the Iceman’s baby!” I suppose his having a good sense of humour, too, made this funny rather than cause for divorce … that, and my having his hair, hands and feet … because I was a very Irish-looking West Indian kiddo!!!