We sit in the kitchen with my wife and discuss our very personal life with her.
Well what? We will last another week, and then the critical days will come and again the devil knows how much without sex?
Is it my fault?
What, am I what?
A son (3,5 years old) runs into the kitchen and immediately clings into the conversation:
This is me! It is my fault!!! to

In the mouth of the baby.