Because everyone loves Parker:

"Eggs, bread, cheese …" Parker was taking the groceries out of the cart and placing them on the counter, "Daddy?"

"Yes, bub,"

"Why do we have a tree in our cart?"

"That, Parker, is broccoli,"

"Yuck," the boy dropped it on the counter as if he would contract a disease from just touching it. He paused for a moment then tugged on his dad's shirt. "Daddy, do we have to take the broccoli home?"

"Yes, we do,"

"Why? It tastes really bad."

"Yer, I agree, but it's also really good for you,"

Parker shuddered and Booth laughed. Then Booth continued to take the groceries out of the cart.

"Dad!"

Booth jumped and spun.

"What? What is it?"

"It's my job to take them out!"

"Oh," Booth relaxed. Parker put his little hands on his hips and glared at his father. Booth grinned at the striking similarity between his son and his son's mother. Then he watched as Parker took a painstakingly long time to place the groceries on the counter. It was a slow process but Booth was content. He adored anything his son did.

"Tissues, soap…" Parker stopped again. "Daddy? What are these?"

Booth blushed.

"Arrr … ummm … those are … well…" he ran a hand through his hair. "Didn't think we'd be having a conversation like this when you were so young, " he said, stalling. Then he decided to tell the truth, "Bub, those are condoms."

"Oh, ok," Parker thought for a moment, "Daddy? What are condoms used for?"

Booth looked around the supermarket for a moment, praying no one had heard his son's question. Behind him, an old women smirked.

"Well, Parker … how about you ask your mother when you get home?"

"Ok," said the boy cheerfully. Booth sighed and anticipated the call he'd receive from Rebecca when she wanted to know why Parker was asking about condoms.

"Tomatoes, milk, chippies, shampoo," Parker started giggling hysterically. He was still amused by the 'poo' part of 'shampoo.'

Booth sighed. Why did Parker have to pick the register with the customer that could find a problem with anything? It was as though fate had a problem with him getting anywhere on time.

"DR BONES!"

Booth looked up to see his son grasped Brennan tightly around the legs.

"Omphh!"

Brennan looked shocked.

"Hey, Bones, what are you doing here?"

"The groceries, Booth. It's a grocery store,"

"Right,"

"Dr Bones, Dr Bones, Dr Bones, Dr Bones?" Parker was tugging on the edge of Brennan's skirt. Discreetly, she tried to hold the hem to stop the young boy pulling it down and relieving her knickers.

"Yes, Parker?"

"Can I please, please, please, please, please put your stuff on the counter?"

"Urr, I guess," she looked at Booth in question.

"Bananas, carrots, milk …"

Brennan leaned over to Booth and whispered in his ear.

"Why is he saying the names of everything?"

Booth whispered back:

"I don't know. I just nod and smile,"

To his dismay Brennan did just that.

"Not so obviously."

She stopped.

"Dr Bones, look!"

"What is it, Parker?"

"I know what these are!"

Brennan blushed.

"Oh, that's nice."

"Yep," Parker nodded. "They're condoms. My daddy has some too."

"Oh, that's nice."

Booth was staring at the floor like it was the more interesting than his son telling his partner he was buying condoms. But, then again, she was buying them too …

"But daddy, wouldn't tell me what they were for,"

"Oh, that's nice."

Parker placed his hands on his hips again.

"Dr Bones, you can't just say 'Oh, that's nice,'" whined Parker.

Brennan looked stunned.

"Parker, bub, why don't you …" Booth started.

"Dr Bones, what are condoms?"

Brennan looked even more stunned. After a moment hesitation she kneeled down to Parker's level.

"Well, Parker, condoms are … protection, for boys."

Parker looked thought for.

"Protection from what?"

Brennan could swear she heard Booth laughing behind her.

"Protection from … girls."

Now she could defiantly hear laughter,

"You mean like girl germs?"

"Kind of, Parker," the boy thought about that for a moment.

"Dr Bones?"

"Yer? Do girls need condoms? For boy germs?"

"No,"

"Then why do you have them?"

Brennan felt her face go red again. This kid could sure ask some awkward questions! She turned to look at Booth. He shrugged.

"What?"

"He's your son. You take over."

Booth knelt down to Parker's level.

"Parker, Bones is buying condoms for her … cousin," Booth improvised. Parker opened his mouth again but his father cut in. "And, no, you don't need any. And, no, I don't need them because of Dr Bones. And, no, they don't always work. That's how your mother and I got you." He smiled.

Brennan and Parker looked at him for a moment. Booth's son's brow was furrowed in concentration. Then, he looked up at his father.

"Ok, Daddy," The young boy went back to putting the groceries on the counter, as he couldn't think of anymore awkward questions.

Brennan looked at Booth

"Wow."

"This is akward…"

"So, what are you really buying them for, Bones?" Booth grinned. "Big night planned?"

In honour of selling my first box of condoms today :) Caio everybody!