I remember years ago David, our eldest son, being told by my husband, "Don't go to school on Monday. You're going to go for an x-ray."

"All right," said David. This was Friday. Monday came. David gets in the car. His face is as white as a sheet. His eyes are out like stalks.

Stuart said, "David, you're not frightened, are you?"

"Of course I'm frightened, Dad."

"Why?"

"I know what an execution is."

He'd been thinking about that from Friday till Monday. The amazing thing is he turned up. But only because he trusted his dad--his father.