I told a lawyer that I wanted him to climb Squaw Peak and take his four year old son along with him. He said, „You want me to carry four year old David up the mountain?“ I said, „No … I want you and David to climb Squaw Peak, and what YOU’RE climbing for is to get an education . . . and come in tomorrow and tell me about your education.“ He came in the next day feeling very sheepish. He said, „I got my education. I was pooped before I was halfway up, and David was making side trips here and side trips there and kept yelling at me ‚Hurry up, Daddy, hurry up!‘ “ I said, „In other words, haven’t you been a little bit overprotective of that child?“ He said, „I sure have. He can handle himself better than I can handle MYSELF.