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This Is How I Found Out Where Babies Come From

A baby, just lying there, contributing absolutely nothing to society

A baby, just lying there, contributing absolutely nothing to society

It’s my little sister’s birthday today. Around the time she was born, or sometime in the months or years after, I found myself wondering, “Who is this other kid, and where did it come from?” I asked Google of the late ’80’s, my Mom, why there was another, smaller member of the family. In response to whatever form of the “Where do babies come from” question I dropped on her, I got this: “You pray for it, then you get pregnant, and then you have a baby.”

Even at the age of three, or four, or five—however young I was at the time, I remember thinking to myself, “Something about that doesn’t sound right.”

I took this info to my older sisters, and was told “You don’t have to pray for a baby, the man just sticks his penis in the woman’s vagina.”

This was confirmed much later in school when we watched animated sex-ed videos with wacky talking sperm and kids wondering why they have hair growing in places where it seems like hair isn’t necessary.

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  1. March 13, 2013 at 7:27 pm

    Which one of your well informed sisters told you that? We probably didn’t want you to look stupid later on in life just in case….

  2. March 15, 2013 at 4:01 pm

    Oh the walking sperm movies in sex-ed! Thank you for bringing back a hysterical memory from my own adolescence 🙂 Thanks for stopping by my blog through Freshly Pressed, too. I love your writing style and can’t wait to see your upcoming posts.

    • March 15, 2013 at 7:51 pm

      Those videos were classic! I’m going to try to contact my old teachers to see if I can snag a copy.

  3. March 16, 2013 at 9:01 am

    Too funny. Thanks for sharing.

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