David reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Maybe your mom has some stashed away somewhere," he suggested softly. "Might be worth asking her."
"I'll dig them up after dinner," Katherine promised. "He was such a cute child, all curls and 'it wasn't me, I swear' eyes. Don't let those fool you, by the way."
David buried his face in his hands, a muffled mock groan issuing from between his fingers. "You can't give away all my secrets, mother, geez," he said, lifting his head and sticking out his tongue at her.