Lydia was relaxing beside me eating from a plastic baggy full of roasted chickpeas.

“Daddy,” she said calmly. “You’re an engineer, right?”

“Right.”

“And Engineers solve problems and answer questions and things, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, could you take these to work with you tomorrow and find out what they are? Like, are they peanuts or popcorn, or what?” She took another handful out of the bag and then handed it to me as she walked away.