How babies are made
I have somewhat of a clear image of this day. It was long time ago.
It occurred to me to ask my mom how do I make a baby? I think the fact that my brother was newly born had something to do with this. My mom told me that babies are made out of love. It made sense, back then.
Following that I asked: What is love? My mother told me that hugs and kisses like the ones I was receiving was love. What an Epiphany.
I reached many conclusions. That love are babies. That kisses are love and that hugs are love.
Following my math it made sense that the more kisses and hugs the bigger the baby. It also made sense that everything I was watching on TV was real. Whenever I would watch a novel and the people on the TV would kiss each other I would think: Ah! they are making a baby!
Thinking about it, is probably the reason I am not that affectionate. Think about it. Hugs and kisses are how babies are made, if I start kissing and hugging everyone I will have millions of babies.
It took me some time to realize that what my mother has told me was just the beginning of the creation of a baby. Fortunately it takes much more than what I assumed when I was 4 years old. Just imagine how many sons I could potentially have.
In such world paternity tests must be a high demand market. Giant babies could be born out of marathonic hug&kisses sessions. Since girls seems to be smaller than boys I think the trick to have girls would be to hug&kiss less, the trick to have boys specially big boys would probably be to hug&kiss for a long time.
What a weird world my 4 years old me had in mind. That’s probably why questioning assumptions is important.