A few months back, I was caught in a compromising position with my husband. By our daughter. She walked into our bedroom late one night, and said, "Mom, what are you doing!?"

It had been just dark enough that I think she saw two figures not exactly sleeping, and quite possibly, she might have heard a noise or two that caused her to get out of bed.

"I can't find my sock! Go back to bed and I'll be right in!" I yelled.

You would have thought that would have sufficed, but my daughter, ever so helpful, said, "I'll turn on the light and help you find it."

Her father yelled, "NO!" as I yelled, "Oh, here it is!" Our daughter went back to her room, and let out huge sighs - we had successfully dodged the "walk-in-on-your-parents" bullet.