Is there anything more relaxing than sitting down to a hot chocolate on a wet winter’s evening? It’s the perfect end to a day and preparation for a good night’s sleep. Usually.
With the miserable weather most of this weekend, we’ve spent a good percentage of the time cooking and playing board games with the kids.
Boggle was the clear favourite, and a new entrant into the gaming stakes for our three middle children. It’s place on the top of the pedestal was assured from the first game when all three kids managed to pick out the word POO from the random letters – the subsequent giggle-fest lasted well into the morning.
Tonight I decided to treat the kids to a hot chocolate while we sat around the dining table waiting for bedtime.
“But we’ve brushed our teeth!” said Miss6. From the expression on her face, clearly the idea of eating or drinking something after your teeth have been cleaned had never occurred to her.
“Well I guess you’ll just have to brush them again,” I suggested.
“That is a great idea!” Miss6 shouted.
So I pulled the Aldi coffee machine out of the cupboard and set it up, then I went looking for the jar of capsules left over from before I won the Gloria Jeans machine.
“Tracey!” I called out to my wife, who was working in her studio (bedroom). “Did you throw the hot chocolate capsules out?”
“They’re in the pantry,” she called back.
“I’m in the pantry.”
“Then they’re right in front of you.”
When we first started living together, this conversation could have gone on for fifteen minutes. However, fifteen odd years have passed since then so even as Tracey was saying this she was already up and walking into the kitchen.
“If they were right in front of me I’d…thank you.”
She’d reached in past me and moved the olive oil an inch to the right.
While Tracey continued through the kitchen I grabbed out the capsules and started warming the milk.
“Do you want one?” I asked my wife as she came back into the kitchen on the way through to her studio.
“No thanks,” she said. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. “What are you doing?”
“Making hot chocolate for the kids.”
Only I wasn’t, was I.
“I think,” said Tracey, “you better take another look at the capsules.”
Turns out I was about to feed one of my kids a cup of coffee.
Judging by the order of cups and capsules, it seems likely Miss3 would have been keeping us company. Which, as I explained to Tracey, would have been nice. We never get enough one on one time with her.
“Mistakes like that are dangerous,” Tracey scolded me.
“It just would have been a bad night,” I said. I doubt she’d have had more than a sip. No kid worth their salt could mistake coffee for chocolate. “She’d have been fine.”
“I don’t mean her,” said Tracey. “She’d be alright. I’m talking about your life being in danger. We both know you’d have gone to sleep and I’d have had to stay up with her and smother you with a pillow.”
On a related matter, for the foreseeable future, or at least until I get my eyes tested again, Tracey has put herself in charge of making hot chocolates for the kids. I seconded the decision.
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