Steve And The Stork

Little Steve was just nine years old and was working very hard on a report for his science class. He put down his pencil and walked to the kitchen where his mother was busy preparing dinner.

“Mom,” Little Steve asked. “Where did you come from?”

His mother had wanted to have a little talk with Steve about this very subject, but she was busy now and had no time for an in depth discussion, so she just stuck with her old story and said, “Well, back many years ago, the stork brought me to your grandmother. Now, run along.”

On his way back to his room, Steve saw his grandmother sitting in the den. He asked her the same question. “Where did you come from grandmother?”

“Well Steve, a very long time ago, the stork carried me through the window and dropped me off in a basket. It is the same way as your mother and dad got here too.”

Little Steve looked puzzled as he walked back to his room and began to write in his report.

“I have discovered there has not been a normal birth in my family for over eighty years.”