You Pick Them Up at the Cash Window

Chris Erskine's son asks the big question.

"Dad?"
"Huh?"
"How was I born?"
Like I'm an expert. Kids always want to know where babies come from. Not only are they curious about the process, they suspect that something illicit was involved. The secrecy is what eats them up.
I explain as best I can."Well, first your mother and I went to Vegas," I say.
"Uh-huh."
"Then we kissed and stuff," I explain. "That created a gold nugget in her tummy, which was you. Nine months later you were born."
"In Vegas?"
"No, here."
"Wow," he says.My reaction exactly. I left a few parts out, but that is pretty much how babies are made. Honestly, I'm a little shaky on the details.