I'm mortified! Ds is 3.5.
We woke up early and thought we would make use of half an hour alone before the alarm went off/kids woke up. Right in the middle of the deed, dp turns his head and jumps off me. Ds is sitting on the bed next to us, crossed legged. It was like something out of a film, you know the just instantly appeared out of no where bits. Dp asks him what he is doing, ds calmly replies "just watching"
. He then gets off the bed, picks up my weights and says he wants to exercise as well.
Poor kid......poor me. I feel traumatised. We've scarred the poor kid for life. I hope we haven't done any lasting damage 