“Now you be the dad, I’ll be the mom and Tanner can be our baby,” dictated Mary to her circle-time best friends.
“But I don’t wanna be the baby!” declared Tanner.
“Maybe we can both be the dad,” decided Andrew.
“No,” said Mary. “A family needs a mom, and a dad, and a baby. Otherwise, how will I know who to kiss?”
“KISS?!” exclaimed Andrew and Tanner, both of them horrified at the idea of four-year-old girl cooties.
“Don’t you know how this works?” Mary sighed, exasperatedly. “The mom kisses the dad, and that’s how they have the baby.”
“Oh,” said Andrew, nervously.
“I’ll be the baby!” volunteered Tanner, now comfortable with his role.
“Stand still and close your eyes,” Mary directed. “I’ll kiss you, and then we’ll have Tanner.”
Andrew, his eyes squeezed as tightly as his fists, followed orders. Mary, now faced with the actual opportunity, was a bit less sure, but leaned up, closer and closer…
“Mary! Andrew! What do you think you’re doing?” exclaimed Miss Shelia, the daycare director.
“She made me!”