“Daddy? Why is Mama yelling?” Your child asked Dee as they stood in the crack of the opened doorway to your room.

You and Dee had been… ahem… Doing the “devil’s tango”, but apparently you both had been a bit louder than normal and had awoke your four year old up from their sleep. Thank god you both were under the covers and that they were too young to understand a single thing… But that didn’t stop you and Dee from giving each other “oh fuck” looks…