Earlier this week, it was almost dinnertime, I was just finishing making soup, and I turned around and Dave had left the house. I said, “Where’s Dad?” and Gabby replied, “He went to the grocery store.” I said, “Really? For milk or something? Did he tell me?”

“Milk, but also some stuff for dinner tonight,” she said. “He told both of us as he left, but I don’t think you were paying attention.” And she went back to her homework.

I looked over at her. “You heard him, and you knew I didn’t hear him, so you ignored him?” Without looking up, Gabby answered, “Kind of– I didn’t totally hear him, but I thought: eh, don’t bother him. Just let Dad be Dad.”

It’s a good philosophy, actually. Just let Dave be Dave.

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