"1,2,3!"

Every phone conversation with a member of our immediately family ended like this, "1,2,3!"

You might think that's code for something, but it wasn't.

Dad called Mom every day from work around lunch time. They would say their, "I love you's," but afterwards neither one wanted to hang up first. (So cute, isn't it? At least that's how I remember the story...Unless they lied to me...haha) So they always counted, "1,2,3!" and then they could be sure to hang up at the same time.

As kids, we subconsciously picked up on it, too. We began to say, "1,2,3!" when getting off the phone. And even if it didn't have the same meaning for us as it did my parents, it kind of became a catch-phrase around the Banks Home.