27-Jul-1999
"Is there anything you're afraid of, Wufei?" said Sally, finishing up her breakfast with orange juice. Their five-year old daughter Mulan was staring expectantly at her.
"Absolutely nothing," he said between sips of tea, reading the newspaper.
"I see. Go on, Mulan, ask him the question."
"Where do babies come?" said Mulan.
Wufei nearly spat out his tea. He got up, said, "Sally, that is your job to answer the question!" and left the room hastily.
"Mom!"
"Babies come from a sack inside the mother's body, not the stomach. When they're big enough, they come out."
"Does the father help?"
"Well, he does, but often it doesn't seem like it," Sally said.
"Onna, I heard that!" he says, but he doesn't step back into the dining room until Mulan's been safely hustled unto the school bus.
The End
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