|Tuesday, Jan. 21, 2003 || "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"|
One evening last week, Rob and I were in our room talking. Just kind of hanging out, me lying across the bed, Rob sitting on the end of it.
As can happen in a household with several children, alas, there was a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” Rob inquired.
“It’s P…are you busy?” our 20-year-old-tenant-slash-surrogate-son asked.
“No. We’re just having sex,” Rob quipped.
As Rob and I burst into laughter, we could hear the pitter-patter of his retreat to the living room.
Rob strolled right out, laughing, only to find him sitting in the chair, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands over his ears, rocking back and forth.
I suppose hearing your pastor announce that he is frolicking with his wife ranks right up there with overhearing your parents in the midst of (as Marn would say) marital duties, huh?
But what good is it to have a 20-year-old in the house if you can’t harass them and get a good giggle now and again?
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