Letters to the Editor
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Somehow, when I was teaching preschool,
I got asked "Where do babies come from?" more often than all the other teachers combined. (Which was ironic, because all the other teachers had children of their own and I didn't have so much as a boyfriend.)
Anyway, my favorite was from a very bright five-year-old boy who spent most of his time being baby-sat by his grandpa, who watched a lot of old detective movies on AMC and Turner Classic Movies. As a result, the kid talked like Joe Friday.
One day on the school bus, this little boy said to me, "Miss Leeandra, I got a question. Yeah, it's about babies. See, I know how they get OUT, but I can't figure out how they get IN. Now, I think all you ladies know, I think there's something you're not telling me, and I think YOU had best come clean."
It was all I could do to keep a straight face.