I was 6, my little brother was 2. My mom said he needed a nap because he was cranky, so she took him upstairs to lay him down. She told me this; "If Daddy gets home, tell him I'm laying down." my dad came home right as my mom went upstairs.

"Where's Mommy?" he asked.

"She told me she's... Um," I struggled to remember what she said. "She's getting laid."

My dad, uhhhh... I'm just gonna end it there....