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Okay, so its around 11:30 at night and my 5 year old sister comes up to me and asks the most dreaded question..."Where do babies come from?" Well, she actually asked my father this very question that same day, and he replies "Super Wal*mart." However, she is not at all supid. (Well apparently she is if she asked me....) What else was I to do other then answer her?

"Well Boo, This is a very serious topic. Sit down and let me tell you a story. Well, when a Mommy and a Daddy love each other very much, they pick up the phone and call the baby bird. That dasterdly bird then comes and gives them an egg. Well, in order for the Mommy and Daddy to hatch that egg, they first need to make a home for it. So they work and save up their money so that they can afford a boucing pain-in-the-a**.
"Once that is all accomplished, the Mommy then puts the egg into her Baby Cooker and waits for it to hatch. Once it does hatch, the baby will NOT come out. I think its because its nice and warm in there...but anyway...So the Daddy Takes the Mommy to the hospital and the Doctor says 'Oh-No!' He then takes her into a room and calls the nurse(s) in. They come walking in with a baseball bat and a baseball glove and they then stand in position. The Doctor then approaches the Mommy and pushes her belly button.....
"PLOP!!!!!
"Out flies the baby, and the nurses have fun."

My sister then gets up, and I hear the fridge door open...

"Boo? What are you doing?"
"I want to pop out chickens, sissy."