So Much for Abstinence Programs

I've reached a new milestone in my life. Unprodded, I told the Progeny that he and his girlfriend can share a bedroom when they're here this summer.

Progressive mother that I am, I just hope I don't hear any, shall we say, disturbing noises coming out of that room.

I have a funny feeling that hearing your kid have sex is like hearing your parents have sex. I've never experienced either event, but I reckon that the sensation is similar to hearing someone scrape their fingernails across a blackboard while you're in the middle of vomiting into a toilet.