t's the hubbub of a busy Wednesday night. Soccer practice is over, a quick dinner of spaghetti is bubbling on the stove, my oldest is reading aloud to me for homework as I cook, and my Baby Girl is pulling pots and pans out of the lower kitchen cupboards. My Man is racing home to be at the church to help with Boy Scouts, and I have Activity Day girls coming over. Miracles have to happen before 6:15 p.m. tonight. And that is when my middle child, Little Son, of 6 years old, comes over to ask me a very important question. His voice is worried.
"Mom, what is adultery?"