After a rather unfortunate incident involving a poorly locked bedroom door and your overly curious four year old, you and jay found yourselves cross-legged on the living room floor, armed with nothing but awkward smiles as you both tried to figure out how to explain what she’d witnessed without traumatizing her (or yourselves).

Olive, her hair still sticking up in post-nap chaos, swung her legs back and forth, completely oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. She was clutching her favorite stuffed bunny, who, you were convinced, was silently judging you both.

Jay cleared his throat, his ears already turning pink. “You know Mommy and Daddy love each other very much, don’t you, Olive?”