As we pull away from the drive-thru lane of our favorite fast food restaurant, Maggie laughs from the back seat.
“Daddy calls Chick-fil-a, ‘Chick-a-wave!’ Ha-ha!”
I say, “Yes, he’s silly. You know why he does that? That’s how Jack used to say it. But Jack figured it out.”
“Yeah,” she responds, “Jack calls it Chick-fil-a now, not “Chick-a-wave.” He figured it out. And I figured it out.”
“Yes, you all did.”
Maggie: “Daddy hasn’t figured it out yet.”
I think, maybe, daddy has figured it out. After all, as you noted earlier, it is those little things.