“Dad.” Lydia said cheerfully. “Meet my husband!” I turned and found her holding a large inflatable bean. Then she drop kicked him into the table and ran away.


“This is the best cheesecake ever…” Lydia said dreamily as she plunged her spoon deep into a chicken baked potato.


Clara carefully set the table this evening. A glass of water and ice for everyone, white napkins folded into triangles with forks, a bowl full of chicken baked potatoes, and at her side of the table, next to her bowl, a tiny pink princess calculator.

“Clara, no calculators at the dinner table, please.”