We’ve been trying to have a kid, and the sex isn’t always magical at these times when biology calls us to perform.
After a particularly hard day at work, and neither of us in the mood at all, I’m doing my manly duty in a desultory and uninspired manner.
My wife isn’t particularly enthralled with the prospect either. Nevertheless, trooper that she is she starts moaning and moving in a fairly convincing manner in the hopes that this will bring the excitement level up high enough for me to move things to their customary conclusion.
It starts to work, and so she continues even louder and with more hyperbole.
“Oh! Yeah! Yeah! Oh Yeah!”
I respond with renewed ardor and thing proceed apace as she exclaims various encouragements with newfound enthusiasm.
And then…
"Oh Yeah! Yeah! That’s right!
OHHHHHH!
You
BIG!
BAD
UUUHHHHHH!
wolf?"
“Wolf?” I say.
“Don’t stop!”
“But you just called me a big bad wolf.”
“And you ARE” she says,
“A Big…Bad… Wolf!” and she punctuates each word with a little motion.
Ok. That works for me, I think, and try to get back into my work.
Big bad wolf? Where did that come from?
Is she wondering what great big eyes I have? What great big teeth?
More importantly, does this make her Little Red Riding Hood?
Feel free to share your moments, but let’s keep it fairly clean for the kiddies, ok?