You and Johnny were standing outside at the porch, enjoying the evening sunset when Jamie, your 7-year-old son came out.

Jamie asked, "Mom, do we have a cat?"

You answered, looking back at him, "No, why would we have a cat?"

Johnny was leaning against the pillar, drinking a can of beer, listening in quietly. Jamie answered innocently, "Cause daddy last night was saying, 'Oh, I'mma beat that kitty, baby'. Why would daddy even wanna hurt a cat?"

Johnny choked on his drink, spitting it out onto the stairs both horrified as he turned to you mortified that our son was listening to our lovemaking the night before. You found yourself stammering as you rambled, "Hey, wha- what happened there was no..."

Johnny stepped in and spoke after clearing his throat, "Buddy, you need to be in bed. Go inside, it's your bedtime."