It is a special milestone for a parent when his youngest child, his baby, asks with a mischievous grin, “Dad, can you spell I see — no, I mean, wait — can you spell, ‘I cup?'”
I watch while she waits for it. And naturally, being Dad, much closer to Goofus than Gallant, I stumble right into it.
She laughs, and I smile at her laughter.
A few days later, while chomping on a chicken sandwich, my little girl asks, “Dad, do you like seafood?”
Does she think I was born yesterday?
But it’s a dance I gratefully perform. “Yes,” I reply, dimly. “I love seaford.”
And so she shows me.
And again, that sound — her laughter.