Dropping the Kid off at aikido, with the baby happily asleep in the backseat, I turned to M and said, “OK, we have fifty minutes of free time. What do you want to do? Get some lunch, go to Wal-Mart and buy socks? Hit a yard sale?”
“I want to have sex again.”
I was a little taken aback. Not because we were sitting in the parking lot of a kids martial arts/dance studio on a Saturday morning, but because the last time we had sex was clearly too long ago for the possibility of doing it “again” to make sense.
“What do you mean ‘again’?”
“Oh, I meant that to modify the wanting, not the sex.”