It was one of those rare nights when we were all done with chores and homework early. It was time to relax and unwind from the long day. My husband and I wanted to catch a show on television and my son asked permission to use the brand new desktop (mine! all mine!) in the room.
My husband and I lay in bed, watching, when I moved nearer to my husband to cuddle. He welcomed me into his arms. During a commercial break, something struck me as funny and I whispered this nonsense to my husband. We started whispering to each other some more, and after a while, we were giggling like crazy kids.
Alex suddenly turned his head to us, a look of sourness crossing his face. “Guys, go get a room! Please!”
My husband and I burst into laughter. “Son, this is OUR room. Why don’t you go to YOUR room?”
Then we started laughing again. Alex stood up to leave, muttering a loud “Rats.”
In son’s words, “PDA in Parents. Ewww.”