We have become hardcore family bed co-sleepers since A's birth. This means that D goes to sleep in "our" bed and sleeps there all night long (as opposed to going to sleep in her own bed and then climbing in with us at some point in the night, which she's been doing for years. Yes, YEARS, I tell ya. She's all of 3.5 years old.). Inevitably, intimate encounters between husband and wife must take place...elsewhere.
So there we were on the futon, somewhere around midnight, doing some smooching and just beginning to remove some articles of clothing when D gets out of bed and comes to find us. And she asks a very reasonable question: "Why did you and Papa decide to sleep on the futon?" Hmmm. Very-rare-moment-of-intimacy was over.
Nothing like a sex-related anecdote to start off a mommy blog! That is: welcome!
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