One lazy Saturday, you convinced your husband to try the lip balm challenge. “Pick a flavor, kiss me, and I’ll guess which one it is,” you said.

He smirked. “So, I get to kiss you and mess with you? Deal.”

After some rustling, he leaned in and kissed you softly. “Cherry?” You guessed.

“Nope, vanilla,” he laughed.

You rolled my eyes, grinning. Losing this game wasn’t so bad.