Leta loves to play McDonald’s or Wendy’s with the cash register she got for Christmas last year, and Jon is usually singled out as her victim. “Daddy, would you like fries with that?” she’ll say, pretending he’s sitting in his car ordering through the drive-thru window. It seems she always wants to play this game about a half hour before we feed the dogs in the evening, meaning they are milling about the living room hungrily and anxiously going, now? How about now? NOW? And sometimes I totally expect Chuck to stand up on his hind legs and shout, “YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT I WANT FRIES WITH THAT!”