Don't come a-knockin'

This post is PG: parental guidance...proceed with caution, you parents:

This means you, Dad, parents-in-law, friends of my Momma's, mommas of my friends, friends of Daddy-O's, friends of friends...basically anyone who might be uncomfortable with the fact that my husband and I may have had the sex....

I'm not saying we have...but you know, maybe..we have...

well, you may want to stop reading. right. now. 

The following has to do with what our children may have thought they saw.

Sweet Man and I were in our room with the door locked. Mind you, we were not. doing. anything. Justwannamakethatclear. 

Knock, knock, knock.

SM: Who is it?
Bug: It's Bug. What are you doing in there?
Me: We're talking. We need some privacy.
Bug: Why? What are you doing in there?
SM: What do you need, Bug?
Bug: What are you doing?
SM: Why did you come up? What do you need?
Bug: Can I have a licorice?
Both of us: Yes!

Pitter patter, pitter patter...fading footsteps.

Smaller footsteps growing louder...pitter patter, pitter patter.

Knock, knock.

Bean: Mom, are you in there?
Me: Yes, what do you need?
Bean: Are you naked?

SM: What do you want?

Bean: Can I have a lish-o-rick?

Both of us: Yes!

Bean: What are you doing in there?
SM: We're talking. We need some privacy.

yelling downstairs to Bug, she hollers: They told me the same thing...but they're naked and under the covers.

Editor's note: Now, who're you gonna believe? 
A four year old or me? 

Don't answer that...we must never speak of it again. I know...I am sooo seventh grade....