“You know what I have to teach you, kid?”
“Not to rub dirt on nice white shirts?” Liza suggested.
He shook his head. “Another word to spell.” He leaned closer to Dylan to whisper. “D-A-D.”
Next to him, he heard Liza’s sweet sigh of contentment, an echo of everything he felt right then. He put his arm around her and squeezed both of them with everything he had. “It’ll go great with M-O-M.”
Dylan threw a joyous handful of dirt into the air, letting it rain down all over the new Ivory family.