We're standing in the kitchen, surveying the mess left behind by my latest culinary challenge. I often make a big mess, and this time, there are dishes everywhere.
"There are so many dishes, " I sigh. Kevin recoils in horror.
"Oh my GOD! That's disgusting! EWWW!"
I don't have a clue what he's talking about. The dishes? Disgusting? I mean really, I hadn't gotten them done for awhile but they weren't that bad, really. I look at him, completely puzzled.
"Oh, I thought you said 'there's so many positions' ", he explains.
A sly grin flits across my face and I look thoughtful for a second.
"Well. There's that too."
"EW! GROSS! MY EARS ARE BURNING! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!" He runs from the room, hands covering his ears, and slams his bedroom door.
Parents of small children take note: quickest way to rid the room of your teenager is just to imply that you and your spouse might possibly, you know...have SEX.