And because my daughter and I dont have secrets in our house (at least not yet shes allowed to go into my end table and drawers. But, fess up, if it happened to me, it has to, dear god, have happened to other mothers, too. I was completely comfortable explaining the birds and the bees to my daughter.
PUT that thing down NOW! Update: I have tried but, due to her continual advances, I haven't been able to see her as my daughter. That puts her daughter and I at only a 6 year difference.