No, I didn't think so. I didn't want my kids to think sex was something to be ashamed of and hidden. Private, sure, but not forbidden. Paige spent the entire ten-minute drive home talking about her visit to Virginia, which I let her do without any significant interruption.

When we got inside Paige headed straight upstairs. Charlie had left the oven on, and I could see the burnt cheese on the baking sheet from the French Bread pizzas he'd made for dinner. The TV was blaring from the next room, and I headed in to find both my boys on the couch with some action movie on the T.V.

"Hey,...