it's never too late to say you're sorry

A few years ago, while my dad and some of us kids were picking up camping foodstuffs, he gestured to the front of the grocery store and said, "Go get me some frozen ice."

"What other kind is there?" I cracked, and my siblings laughed. It was resurrected in applicable moments for years afterward.

Well, Dad, I was wrong, and you were right. There really is Frozen Ice. I hope you can accept this belated apology.