Dad breaks up thin, crisp wafers and drops them into his bowl of soup.
Me. Me. Me.
Dad hands me a cracker. I crunch it in my fist and toss the crumbs in his bowl.
Dad then sips soup from his spoon.
Me. Me. Me.
I run to get my own spoon. I dip it in his bowl and pull out a heap of crackers and some broth. I shove the crackers in my mouth. And let the broth run down my chin.
I laugh. He laughs.
Meal time is fun with Dad.
