Except, then I would be showing my wife a side of me that I am not sure I want her to see :p:Syndrome wrote:Wow...I take a few days off and miss out on my name being bantered around...definitely sounds like a job for Syndrome! In a case like this, where they weren't sitting in a position to get trompled or have something spilled on them, I would have done the following:
Since mommy didn't want them to hear an ugly word like "masturbation," I think Mr. Syndrome and I would have gotten into a conversation about all sorts of intimate topics...facing so the kidlets could hear...in graphic, continuing, colorful detail.
Or I could gross out everyone in earshot by talking about my pylonidal cyst. If you choose to google this, please have pumice soap on hand for scrubbing your eyeballs. Don't say I didn't warn you. Anyone that already knows what it is, I am so sorry for your experience.
I could have pulled out my phone and started a conversation with a nurse friend abotu prolapsed rectums. You discuss that one long enough, and people around you usually start to heave. Especially on the discussion of how to fix it. And don't ask how that one came up one day in conversation.
But then, the conversation about intimate things would be fun since that is specifically what they were covering over.