Markesha and Lisa opened the front door of the house, and Timmy came running into my arms. I scooped him up, hugging him tightly. "It's okay, Munchkin," I whispered into his ear, then added, "Guess what? We're going to have a bonfire!" Then, I pressed my lips to his neck and blew, making a loud noise as he laughed. "You want to have a bonfire?"

Timmy nodded excitedly and Markesha added, "I think we might have some hot dogs. We can roast them on sticks."

"It's settled, ...