Dad, What’s an Orgasm?

I really want to thank the kids over at Smosh for giving us an entertaining drive home from the In-Laws yesterday. Mr. G and I were in the front seat with the kids in the back just listening to the radio, sort of tired from the week, sort of lazy because it’s Sunday. As we were passing our old house over on Beverly Glen Alexander chimed in from the back seat, “Dad, what’s an orgasm?” Mr. G and I both stopped breathing for a moment and he¬†gallantly¬†did not crash the …