Rachel had a night out with her friends planned, so she didn’t make dinner at the usual time. I guess there was a conversation upstairs that went something like this: Grace: What’s for dinner? Rachel: I don’t know. That’s up to Daddy. Later Rachel was downstairs with me and we heard Gracie calling me, “Daddy, time for dinner.” She eventually made her way downstairs to find me. She said she had made dinner for...