|Been looking forward to this day I have not.|
"Where do babies come from?"
"Well... uh, ahem... a good question that is, Harvey. You see, babies... Uh, smell something burning do you?"
"Oh, OK. That something was burning I thought. Talking about what, were we?"
"Where babies come from."
"Yes... Say, on TV one of your cartoons is, hmm?"
"Oh, OK. Sure you are that rather play with the other Younglings right now you would not?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I really wanna know where babies come from. Hey, why ya sweating so much, Master Yoda? Are ya hot or something?"
"No, no, fine I am."
"Is this a really hard question, Master Yoda? 'Cause if you don't know the answer, I can go ask Master Obi-wan..."
"No! I mean, uh, no, alright that is. Answer your question I can. Old enough you are. Time for you to know the answer to this it is. Honest with you I will be. The truth I will tell you... Babies... the Stork brings."
"But where does the Stork get them?"
"That store we went to when some clothes I needed you remember, Babies R Us? Where the stork gets them, that is."
"But where does the store get them?"
"From the baby factory."
"The baby factory? OK, but how do they - "
"Alright, alright. All of it I made up. But very hard for me, just telling you is. I think maybe pictures I will draw."
So a pad of pager I got out and picture I drew for Harvey to explain where babies come from.
"What's that, Master Yoda? A giraffe?"
"No, Harvey, a giraffe that is not. A stick-figure man that is."
"Can you do a giraffe? 'Cause that's my favorite."
"Focus you must Harvey. Pay attention as I draw you must."
"Ok, sorry. I promise I'll pay real good attention... Oh wow! Ewww!"
The same after this Harvey was not. The same after this I was not! I think the next time this question a Youngling asks me, just point him to an encyclopedia I will. More quickly that way, they learn.