On the way home there were two ladybugs on our windshield. They were, um, mating.
Little guy said, "Look! They are on a "date"!" Then he just died laughing.
Big guy rolled his eyes and said, "Oh yea, she loves dragging him around like that."
Little guy: "She's not dragging him. They are having sex."
It was at this point I was sorely tempted to turn on the windshield wipers and wash these ladybugs right out of our conversation!
What a way to end the week.