Breakup...Makeup

Troy [looking out the window of the car in contemplative thought ]: “Dada.”
Me: “Yeah, bud?”
Troy: “I still like Reagan. I like her more than any other girl.”
Me: “Then why did you divorce her?!”
Troy: “I don’t know. I think I made a mistake.”
Me: “Well, it’s not too late. You should tell her.”
Troy: “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”