A favorite holiday memory about my dad is a time we went out for brunch. After our orders were placed, the waitress served everyone except my husband, then she disappeared. My Dad also noticed that the pancakes were not served with syrup and there wasn’t any in sight. So as soon as my Dad saw the waitress, my Dad called her over. We thought for sure he was going to remind her that my husband still had not received his order. We were so wrong. The waitress wasn’t even at the table and my Dad’s finger was pointed down frantically waving around the table as he told the waitress of the urgent need for syrup. He never even mentioned my husband’s missing order! We then concluded that my husband is nothing more than chopped chicken liver compared to syrup.

We laughed so hard that every Christmas Eve when we ate at this restaurant, after our orders were placed, someone in the family would point their finger down and wave it frantically around the table saying, “syrup, syrup, syrup.”