A moment...please?!

With three adolescent girls around the house, there's not a lot of alone time for the parents. That's a good thing, mostly. I mean, we all enjoy being around each other, and the girls don't tend to hole up in their rooms to get away from their hopelessly out-of-touch parents. They like us.

Sometimes they just like us too much.

Like when a great song comes on during shuffle play on the iPod, and I grab my beautiful wife for a slow dance to "Sea Breeze", and we think the giggle-prone offspring have wandered to another room, but no, they have to come in and make noises that show their disgust with our affection for each other, and not only disturb us with their rude behavior but have to infringe on our 4 minute reverie by pulling out the camera and documenting what they deem as so offensive to their sensibilities.I don't know why our displays of love are so nauseating to them. We've asked them, "Would you rather we yelled at each other constantly and threw eye daggers across the table during dinner?" They say no, they don't want that, they just don't want to see or hear the evidence that we love each other. They just want to know it's true. You know, no kissing, no grabbing each other's buns, no suggestive talk about what we want to do together. Preferably no hugging unless they aren't looking.

So a tender dance moment in the living room is completely out of bounds. Especially if my hand should happen to wander below her lower back...horrors.None of their feelings or running commentary has stopped us, mind you. In fact, we often intensify our public diplays of affection when they begin to protest, just to prove that we are in control and can do whatever we want. We're married. It's all legal.

And it's even more fun if it disturbs them.