When Kris Hanson, Professor of Internet Technology, came upon his brochure, he ran to his wife, giggling and cooing, like a blushing school boy.

"Look, Giji! I’m going to this one. You see? You see what it says? Secrets. Sexual secrets for guaranteed great sex." Kris hoists his wife off the floor and spins her around. "Yippee. Yippee. Yippee-Yai-Yai! Sexual secrets for guaranteed great sex. Woo-hoo!"

"Kris, Kris, put me down. You’re in front of the kids."

"Great. They see that I am happy. Do you know how many children are not lucky to see a happy daddy? My-children, my-children, look, I’m happy today. Yippee. Yippee. I’m a happy daddy. Let me show you how happy a daddy I am." Kris leans his wife backwards draping himself over her and kisses her succulently, such that her knees buckle and her toes curl. His litter of kids prance around them, giggling and cooing. "See what a happy daddy does, my-children, my-children? I made your mommy breathless. Breathless!"

"Kris! You’re so terrible. Don,t pay any attention to your dad, I can still breathe. See. I can breathe like the wind. Your dad is just inflated."

Tickle. Tickle. Tickle. He tickles her.

Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. She giggles.

"Kris. Kris. Stop it. Stop it. We’ve got to talk about boundaries."

Tickle. Tickle. Tickle. Happiness bounces around the room.

In less than thirty minutes, the children are left alone to lick their strawberry ice cream. They recognize the ritual. Melissa, the first child, had long learned that mom and dad were not to be disturbed once ice cream was served. Particularly strawberry ice cream. During these blissful absences Melissa keeps her three siblings wide-eyed with children's ice cream stories and peanut jokes.

This time, while the idle brochure flaps noisily on the counter near the kitchen window, and the bedroom door stays locked, Melissa entertains her brother and sisters with Red Riding Hood and The Three Bears.

And behind those bedroom doors? Ay-yay-yai!