I can picture my son’s face now as I attempt to explain to him that babies don’t come as a result of eating too much. I can almost hear the stumbling words… “Um… well… the thing is…erm…. well…. you’ll get hairy and um….er… do you want to go play soccer?” He’ll say “yes” and all will be well. I can keep him young for one more day.
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