Through the ajar bedroom door, three children spy their parents in the throes of passion. Quietly they retreat a few steps, and confer in whispers.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
The youngest speaks out first, \u201cMaybe they’re sick.”<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
\u201cNaw,” says the second youngest, \u201clooks like they’re \u2018rasslin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
\u201cYou’re both wrong,\u201d states the eldest, smug in his knowledge, \u201cthey’re makin\u2019 babies.\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
There is a pause.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
“Working hard to keep the hospitals stocked,\u201d deduces the second youngest.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Confused, the youngest says, \u201cI thought Dad was a banker.\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n
The moral of the story is — make sure you lock the door when you have sex.<\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Through the ajar bedroom door, three children spy their parents in the throes of passion. Quietly they retreat a few steps, and confer in whispers. The youngest speaks out first, \u201cMaybe they’re sick.” \u201cNaw,” says the second youngest, \u201clooks like they’re \u2018rasslin\u2019.\u201d \u201cYou’re both wrong,\u201d states the eldest, smug in his knowledge, \u201cthey’re makin\u2019 babies.\u201d … <\/p>\n