Last weekend, Mr. H pulled me aside out of kid earshot.
“Want to go out to breakfast?”
I knew which restaurant he meant.
“We don’t have a coupon.”
“So?!” he replied.
He stood there, arms crossed, cocking his head to the side, and staring straight at me – silently challenging me to come up with a remotely valid reason why he couldn’t take his family out to Denny’s without the benefit of a two for one coupon or weekday special.
“OK, fine…” I begrudged.
Somehow this time I knew he wouldn’t be convinced that food tastes better when it’s a twofer.…