We were at The Cheesecake Factory today, sampling some birthday desserts with four forks while the kids discussed books they'd been reading.
McK: I was reading a Choose Your Own Adventure book, and I actually had a good ending!!
McK: Yeah, I survived the Titanic. The last three times, I died of pneumonia, got eaten by aliens, and had a sex drive.
Me *coughing*: A what?
McK: A sex drive... it means that you want to have sex.
Me *wondering what kind of Choose Your Own Adventure books our library HAS*: I'm aware of what it means... just didn't know YOU knew what it meant. *wondering if now would be a good time to stop this conversation... but thought I'd see where it went*
McK: I used to think it meant that you had sex in the car... but not while driving.
Me: Well sure, that seems like it might not be safe.
McK *thinking*: But... maybe it would be okay if someone did it FOR you... *pause* As long as you were wearing a seat belt. Mom, are you okay?
Me *forehead to the table, trying not to laugh*: Mmmhmm... Just remembering when all you wanted to know was why the sky was blue...