When Peter was three years old, he travelled with his family of six for a year in Europe. He was nicknamed “the family friend finder” because while his family would set up the tent, he would wander off around the campground wearing nothing but his diaper and would invariably return with a complete stranger, hand in hand, his new friend, no common language, no nothing; he’d just find them and bring them home. Sometimes, he would have his newfound friend in one hand and his diaper in the other, buck naked. His folks would then thank the kind stranger for bringing him home, and sometimes a real friendship would ensue. Peter really has not changed that much, except his wardrobe is a bit more secure.