Monday, October 22, 2007

Where do babies come from?

When a man and a woman love each other very much, sometimes they want to have a family together, and so they decide to have a child. First, they save up all of their money and pay off all their debt. Then they go to a building where people work who can find babies. They talk to the people, and they tell the people everything that ever happened to them, including any times that they were sick, how much they love their parents, what they think about discipline, why they think they should have a baby, and what they think about God. Then if the people think that the man and woman are nice enough and have good answers to all the questions, they let the man and woman give them a lot of money to find a baby. The man and woman have to get papers that prove they were themselves born, married, educated, fingerprinted, poked by a doctor, never scolded by the police, and they have to get letters from people to prove that they are a nice man and woman. Then, when all the papers are stacked up, the people in the building mail them off to another country, where lots and lots of babies need parents. For a long time, the papers live in an office, and then one day, they are old enough to be able to exchange for a baby. Then the country picks out a baby and calls up the man and woman. The man and woman buy plane tickets and fly to see the baby, and they hope that they know the right words to say to everybody and they take more money to hand out to everybody. Then, if everyone in the whole world is happy, the man and the woman are allowed to bring the baby back home on the plane with them. But they are not a family yet. They have to look for another person who can listen to their whole story and take another stack of papers to court, where the person talks to a judge who wants to have some money so that he can prove that the baby really should belong to the man and woman. And then they are a family. And that is where babies come from.

2 comments:

Susania said...

I think I may print that out and show to my nieces and nephews when they start asking awkward questions...

Anonymous said...

just wait-i'm working on, "Why are Mommy and Daddy wrestling...again?"