So, we're all parents here right? Give or take? Well you know how you have to MAKE time to actually be a husband and wife sometimes when you have a small child, or a child at all, or more than that? Seduction sometimes turns into an episode of Spiderman, some eyebrow raising (like, "hey, baby, hubba, hubba?") and then sneaking off to your room. Where you barricade your door that doesn't really lock with a huge basket of laundry you haven't put up yet. Ahem...if this sounds familiar, you're not alone.
This is what we have been reduce to with our 3 year old. When we here him thunderfooting down the hallway, the jiggle of the door knob, feel the blind panic of not scaring him the rest of his life, or explaining what we're doing, we shout, "Roman, go watch your movie (play, draw, read, stare at the wall...just fill in the blank here ___), Mommy and Daddy are talking. Most recently, he has gotten the message. A discreet knock came at our door, after the initial knob jiggling..."Mommy!? Are you and Daddy talking?" "Yes, go play; I'll be out in a minute"
After some annoyed huffing he went on about his business and returned to our room a bit later when the door was re-opened...and this was the conversation that followed.
Roman: "Mommy, what were you and Daddy talkin' about?"
Me: "Mommy and daddy stuff"
Roman: "Why?"
Me: "Well there are some things that Mommy and Daddy need to talk about in private without a little boy around"
Roman: "Oh, well, what were you talkin' about?"...he thought for a second, as I was scrambling for more nondescript details to tell him to satisfy his curiosity without out and out lying..."Were ya talkin' about tools?"
Me: Biting my lip, "Yeah, sorta"
Roman: "Were ya talkin' about flashlights and other tools? Does Daddy have a flashlight?"
Me: "Um, yeah I guess you could say that...."
Thankfully that satisfied him and I was saved from further discussion about our tools conversation by the Spiderman theme song. God bless Spiderman.
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