While sitting in the nurse's office, I saw the bookcase had those plastic models of the female reproductive organs. I couldn't look at them. I prefer to be a very surface person when it comes to such a view. I get squeamish. It's that horrifying fear that I'm touching that with my what?
This whole "where do babies come from" thing was much better when reduced to the stork. at no point in the stork story was there any of this business about stretching body parts and bleeding. And as a father, you don't have to feel guilty about what you did to your wife. You just got to blame the stork for screwing things up.
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