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After finally getting the kids to bed, my husband and I were on the couch in the living room watching tv. I was feeling a little frisky and started feeling him up under the blanket. Things progressed on quite nicely and before long, I was under the blanket taking care of business.
I’m pretty focused on the job when I hear little foot steps coming down the stairs. Not knowing what else to do, I freeze and silently beg my sweet interrupting child to turn around and go back upstairs. Sheah right.
My husband is doing his best to act as if nothing was going on when the sleepy little man walks right through the living room and into the kitchen. We hear him getting a drink of water, the clink of the glass being dropped into the sink, and little footsteps coming back to the living room.
Of course, we are both frozen and hope that he is too sleepy to do anything other than trudge back up the stairs to bed. He was almost to the stairs when he turned around and sleepily muttered “hey dad, where’s mom?”
Well, he couldn’t really say that I was busy taking car of daddy under the blanket now could he???
Somehow my husband managed to stutter out “uhhh...she just went to the bathroom buddy...it’s pretty late...you should go back to bed.”
To which our son replied “ohh ok, night.”
Whewwww.
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