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TONY CURTIS continued
When Tony isn't snapping pictures of the kids, he's regaling
dinner. On this occasion, Kelly's craving came before dinner, and she knew that if she asked Daddy, he'd make her wait.
So she looked at Tony again to make sure that his eyes were shut, and she tiptoed to the table where there was a jar of nuts. She quickly popped one in her mouth and swallowed it. Then, an expression of exquisite triumph on her face, she went back to the couch and shook Tony's shoulder.
"Now you can wake up, Daddy," she said. "Did you have a nice rest?"
Tony constantly regales people with his adventures in fatherhood. He not only enjoys being with his children. His greatest pleasure is to talk about them — not in terms of how precocious they are, but in terms of what a joy they are to him, in terms of the never-ending wonder of childhood as seen through the eyes of a warm and loving daddy.
He whoops with delight every time Kelly tosses off another bon mot. She came home from the dentist's office the other morning, for example, and reported proudly that by official count she now had 20 teeth.
"Twenty teeth!" Tony cried. "What are you going to do with all those teeth?"
"You're going to eat with them, aren't you dear?" I said.
"Yes, Mommy," she smiled. "I'm going to eat with them."
A second later she was shaking her little head vigorously.
"Oh no, Mommy," she corrected herself. "I'm not going to eat with them. I chew with my teeth. I eat with a fork."
The same morning Kelly asked my mother if she would read to her. Mother was happy to oblige. A few minutes later I called out to ask Kelly how she was getting along.
"Oh, just fine, Mommy," she chirped brightly. "I'm helping grandma read."
And don't you know that Tony spent the rest of the day, practically, on the telephone circulating those stories all over Hollywood?
He is so sentimental about the children. Every time they blink an eye, almost, he feels it ought to be preserved as a great moment in history. Kelly's baby book is full of cherished heirlooms collected by Tony, and now, with undiminished enthusiasm, he's doing the same with Jamie.
When Kelly was six months old, she made her first scribble other than a straight line. Tony has kept that drawing as if it were a Van Gogh. He put her first lock of hair in an envelope and kept it in his dresser drawer for years before he transferred it to the baby book. While we were in Europe, Orlando Martins, the wonderful Negro actor who was in my picture, "Safari", gave Kelly a large copper coin — the first