Because we had a propane stove, I was able to make hot chocolate for everyone while Hyde got out the imitation candles, and after everyone had their hot chocolate, he turned on the candles and gave one to each of the kids.
“Ready, set, go!”
The children shouted and scattered, and my husband joined me by the kitchen counter.
“How long will that keep them occupied?” he asked.
“Hopefully long enough to wear them out so they’ll be willing to go to bed after dinner.”
“Yes?” He raised an eyebrow. Usually, when someone did that, it drove me crazy, since I couldn’t do that myself. Every time I tried, I only managed to raise both eyebrows and look like a startled bunny. When Hyde did that, though, all I wanted to do, even after ten years of marriage, was haul him off to bed.
“Oh, yes. I hope
