Nothing makes the cherubs shriek and run through the house these days quite like seeing The Man and I smooching. If we're spotted, the spottee yells 'quick! They're kissing!' and the other cherub races through the house to find us, and together they squeeze between us, shouting 'stop kissing!'
They also really really love to push us into the pantry, slam the door, and then open it, catching us mid-smooch. Cue much shock and surprise. On Christmas Day, a camera became involved, and the cherubs had a go at being busted too: