I'd rather have a girl exposed to me than 25 women in prom dresses vying for a stranger.

That still feels like the most accurate description - I felt homesick, but I was home.

I can see myself adopting. I'm not in a rush to do it. I'm 39, I know, but I do love kids, and I'm very good - I've got a lot of really good moves.

I like to think of myself as 'hot-larious' I'm cute, but I'm totally approachable.

I have no religion. But culturally I can't escape it; I'm very Jewish.

I can't wait till Sunday, I'm gonna see my favorite niece and my other niece.

Since so many people these days don't seem to start their families until around age forty, I predict there will be less child beating, but more slipped disks from lifting babies out of cribs. Even the father of advanced age who's not inclined to spare the rod is likely to suffer more than his victim: The first punch he throws might well be the last straw for his rotator cuff, reducing his disciplinary options to mere verbal abuse and napping.