Someday, probably in the not-too-distant future, my son will ask me the famous "Where do babies come from?" Like many others I'm sure, I've often wondered how I might respond to it when the time comes. There's no magic answer to prepare, since he might ask me next week or he might ask me in four years, and the answer should obviously be age-appropriate.
If you have the same concern, I've discovered a very simple answer to that question:
Why, they come from Clarksville, Tennessee, of course.
I kid you not, this place is some sort of vortex for babies to enter the world. I challenge anyone to walk in to a shop, restaurant, or other public location without witnessing at least one pregnant woman. Seriously. I'll give you a BILLION dollars if you can do it. (Legal disclaimer- not really).
And I don't know if it's something in the water or what, but it seems like you just aren't going to fit in around here unless you have 4 or 5 kids, minimum.
But hey, it's a great little town. Now let's see if I can convince the wife of how important it is to fit in.
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i can relate to this. i dont have kids of my own. but with my nephews and nieces whom i helped raising when i was still home in the Philippines, they have asked me this question. i have been to a lot of situation already and made it through. but when i was asked that quetion, i was caught unprepared. nice one...
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