Once my wife and I attended a Martin Carthy/Watersons concert, and we brought along our son, who was then only a few weeks old. (Don't worry, we sat in the back row, in an aisle seat, and were prepared to take him out immediately if he cried. He didn't.)

At the break, I was standing out in the lobby, holding my son, and Martin was there, schmoozing with some of the audience. He saw my son and he came over and put his face about 8 inches from my son's face, gazed into his eyes for several seconds, and gave him a big smile. I don't remember what he said, if anything. But you can't help liking a guy who likes babies.