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Today, my youngest son asked me where babies came from. I told him the old fable that a stork delivered babies to doorsteps. He then shouted “NO! You are so wrong!!!” and started to tell me how babies were actually made. I don’t know what’s worse; the fact my five year old son knows where babies come from or that he believed I didn’t. MLIA.
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