Amanda barely knew the first thing about karate. But Daniel came to her with those puppy-dog eyes of his, bemoaning how, with Sam away at summer camp, he didn't have his little mini-me to practice karate with for a month. He poured on the pouty lip, and she caved.

She didn't do so bad, if she could be her own judge. She even managed to knock him to the mat once. Then he got a whole different look in those baby browns.

After Anthony was born nine months later, Amanda decided she and Daniel probably shouldn't hit the mats again.