So my son asked today, "Dad where do babies come from?"
I took off my reading glasses and looked him in the face.
"Come sit over here, and we'll talk about it," I replied.
My son jumped on the couch and said again, "So dad, where do they come from?"
"Is it true they come from mommies?"
"That's what Jim said, but I don't believe him."
At this point I nodded and said, "Jim's correct son, babies do come from mommies."
"Then how come mommy doesn't have another baby?"
I told him, "Well mommy needs a get a seed to have a baby."
"Where does she get the seed?" He replied.
I answered, "Your wee-wee, son."
"Yes, your wee-wee."
I chuckled at his distorted face.
He looked down for a minute, muttering something to himself.
Then my son put his hands into his pants and felt around for a minute.
In a curious laughing manner, I asked him, "Son, what are you doing?"
He looked up at me in a glance with a pale, but concerned expression.
"Dad, I can only give mommy two seeds!"