How Do You Get a Baby
"How do you get a baby?" The five-year-old asked, with a bit of pep.
“Lettuce leaves, storks, monkeys leave them on your door step.”
"Seriously, grandma, you’ll tell me, right? I looked into her trusting eyes.
“Of course,," agreed. "They arrive in pearl shells that drop from the skies.”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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