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 me – a pear sandwich. She had used a butter knife to cut pieces off a pear and put them between two slices of bread. I was flattered, but gently turned her down. (I know, I should have at least tried it.) She ended up eating it. Gehrig was jealous, so I made him a similar sandwich. He eventually dumped the pear and ate the bread. I later made home made macaroni and cheese.