b'It\\u2019s 8 on a Wednesday morning in January, and David Carroll\\u2019s Brooklyn apartment, a sunny, wood-beamed beauty converted from an old sandpaper factory, is buzzing. His 10-year-old daughter, dressed in polka-dot pants, dips out the front door and off to school, Jansport backpack slung over her shoulders. His 5-year-old son darts into the living room in a luchador mask he picked up on the family\\u2019s holiday trip to Mexico. (His wrestling name, he tells me, is Diablo.\\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices'