Our daughter Asha grew up among endless conversations of our research work. Her first year of life unfolded between the pages of the book we edited on Platelets, Prostaglandins and Cardiovascular Disease. Subsequently, as she grew, nighttime discussions were on platelets and prostaglandins, dinner conversations on meetings and abstracts, bedtime stories were our manuscripts, and family albums were stacked with slides relating to our research data. Vacations were squeezed in between Mommy's and Daddy's presentations at various meetings. Nevertheless, Jay and I never noticed that Asha was different from any of her school friends. Recently, however, in preparation for her seventh birthday party, I told my daughter to bring me telephone numbers of her school friends so I could call their mothers to invite them. To my surprise, Asha returned home the next day with a 12-column spread sheet. The spread sheet was neatly labeled: Invitation List for Asha Mehta's Seventh Birthday Party. Each column was neatly sublabeled: Guest Number, Name, Date of Birth, Address, Nationality, Mother's Name, Father's Name, Number of Children in Family, Telephone Number, Response of Parents, and Remarks. Each row contained complete information on each potential guest. Finally, each column was boxed off, as though ready for statistical analysis. We finally realized the impact that our lives had had on our little child.