No, I didn't think so. I didn't want my kids to think s*x was something to be ashamed of and hidden. Private, sure, but not forbidden. Paige spent the entire ten-minute drive home talking about her visit to Virginia, which I let her do without any significant interruption.
When we got inside Paige headed straight upstairs. Charlie had left the oven on, and I could see the burnt cheese on the baking sheet from the French Bread pizzas he'd made for dinner. The TV was blaring from the next room, and I headed in to find both my boys on the couch with some action movie on the T.V.
"Hey, boys. Charlie, you left the oven on."
"Crap, sorry, mom." He jumped up to rectify the situation, and I turned to Will, who put down his phone to look at me.
"Hi, mom."
"So, how was your date?"
He shrugged.
