Knock knock knock knock
“What are you doing in there?”
“Nothing Thal. We’ll be out in a minute.”
Knock knock knock knock knock
“What are you doing? Can I come in?”
“Thalia, we’ll be out in a minute.”
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock
“I know what you’re doing in there!”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“You’re having privacy! Because you loooooove each other.”
We need a bigger house.
26 thoughts on “So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.”
Trust me…a bigger house wont help! They WILL find you. 10-15 years and they'll be gone.
A bigger house will only give you about 45 more seconds to have your “privacy time” because you loooooooove each other! That's awesome!!!!
Winnie-the-Pooh saved our marriage…I am sure there is a similar DVD now…so that you can have your “naked party.”
HAH! Kids now want to know why I am laughing….little do they know.
It's like when the kid who caught his parents asks his mom the next day “What were you doing?”. She says “Daddy and I were just horsing around.” “Well”, he says, “It looked like Daddy was winning.”
Send them to Grandmas!
oh, that was great. thanks for the laugh!
That's too funny.
I guess this is why our best privacy these days happens at a hotel while the grandparents stay with the kids….
Huh. My kids think privacy involves tampons. We must not be doing it right.
that was awesome!
Alas, we wait till they're sleeping…
Shelli, sometime “privacy” calls.
Hahahaha. Something to look forward to.
“Quickies” are the name of the game 'round here. And the catch phrase is, “You girls watch a show here. I have to help Mommy with something and I'll be back in 5 minutes.” We save the loooooooove for after bedtime. But there's nothin' like a little afternoon delight when the children are occupied.
PS….I agree that sometimes “privacy” calls and refuses to wait until bedtime. ha ha!
This? Is the reason we don't get as much “privacy time” as I would like. Kids are a real buzzkill, sometimes.
My husband and I were just talking about this very thing after watching the latest episode of Modern Family. You don't want your kids to know and you definitely don't want them to see. At least your kid knocks! 🙂
Our house was remodeled right before us by some very interesting homeowners so our master bedroom door is glass with the words, “Silver Saddle Hotel and Bath House.” It's horrible and awesome and we've been too busy on all the other weird stuff to change the door.
Anyway…a glass door has increased our private time in our closet or in the one corner of the room that you can't see from the door.
Our house is plenty big, but still plenty of opportunity to have privacy invaded.
So this is what I'll have to look forward to in a few years! Hilarious.
My daughter woke up one night because of the sounds she heard (and I thought we were being quiet).
Without skipping a beat, all I could think to do was pretend I had turned off the light and bashed my toe making my way to the bed.
I limped across the few feet to her room to keep up the show. But the next morning she said: “How's your foot Mama?” I glanced over at her to see a “REALLY Mama? You can do better than that” grin plastered all across her face. And she just turned 10!
God help me. Tween attitude and knowledge is starting far too early for my taste!
Hmm, you gave me an idea. I give full credit to wonderful Mom bloggers like you who inspire my own posts! Hope you'll read mine too.
Ha! Thanks for the laugh today, I needed it.
Privacy? Um what? That word is so not in my vocabulary anymore. sadly.
Okay, so admittedly I misread this post and thought the 'knock knock knock' was your bed frame hitting the wall…
Good thing it's not a bad word! I hope they understand that “privacy” is only for adults… lol!
Well if you get caught ever, just say you're dancing. Because you loooooooove each other.
Lovely… can't wait till our triplets are at that stage… 3x the funny stories & 3x the interruptions.
LOL! That is funny! But I don't think a bigger house will solve that. Have you seen the most recent Modern Family episode?
I've been thinking about this problem lately, and I think we're going to opt for the “We're going to have sex” line. Or maybe a sign on the door. Because, really, why should this be all weird and gross for them? And why should we have to be sneaking around, as if sex is wrong?
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