It was 8:30 at night, and Brian and I had­n’t eaten. I had wanted to make burg­ers, but it just kept get­ting later and later as we tried to get the kids into bed at a de­cent hour. Finally they were down, but since it was so late I con­sid­ered just scroung­ing. Brian, self-sac­ri­fic­ing that he is, said that would be fine with him. I felt dis­sat­is­fied with how the night was turn­ing out, and af­ter a minute of in­ter­nal de­bate de­clared I was go­ing to make the burg­ers any­way. He looked so pleased, I knew I’d made the right de­ci­sion.