Busted...

It's friday night. Finally, all the kids are in bed. You look at the misses and she looks back. You realize you are both thinking the same thing. You want it, she wants it. You go for it.

And it is good!

Suddenly, you hear the patter of feet. You know you should've taken this to the bedroom and closed the door. What were you thinking? Right here in the couch!? You look, deer-in-the-headlights at the innocent four year old child in the hallway. Should you lie? Try to explain?

Before you can say anything she says it for you. Oh yes, she knows what your up to.

"You guys are eatin' ice cream!"

You've been busted.



(What did you think was going on? Come on man, you got kids!)