"Mama." Their nine-year-old, Catherine, stared up at Andy with big, brown eyes. "When did you have sex the first time?"
Her fourth-grade class had recently been going over sex ed, and, naturally, she was quite curious. She'd already plied Caroline and Cassidy, who were now seniors at UCLA, with inappropriate questions over the phone.
Andy glanced at her wife, who was looking over The Book with pursed lips and who, in the spirit of being editor, simply corrected, "It should be 'when did you first have sex,' darling," to which Catherine bobbed her head.
"When did you first have sex, Mama?"
Andy had to hide a smirk as she answered honestly, "When I was twenty-two, baby, with your mommy."
And of course, Catherine being Miranda's daughter, then turned to the editor. "Mommy, what about you?"
"Yes, Mommy, what about you?" Oh, this was too much fun.
Miranda blanched and choked on her coffee and dropped The Book to the floor. "I— You— Uh—"
She started to turn red in the face, and Andy already knew that she would be even sorer than usual for the next week or so, but it was so worth it.