“Look mom, they’re wrestling!” he would say.

And she would start to answer, stop, and look at me. I would slowly shake my head and furrow my brow, whereby she would say, “okay honey, let’s go look at the seals.”

TGIPF: Sex When You Can’t Hang On : The Last Word On Nothing

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