I have sometimes wondered at what age kids start getting uncomfortable with their parents' PDA (public display of affection).

This morning, I kissed Jason goodbye as I often do. Jude was sitting at the table eating breakfast. After two or three seconds he said, "Are you done kissing yet?"

Jason and I both held back chuckles.

"No!" Jason said.

"That's a lot of kissing," Jude muttered.

"That's the great thing about being married," I said, grinning. "You get to kiss whenever you want!"

I think that was the seven-year-old equivalent of saying, "Get a room!"

Well, I guess now I know!