Made to Order

A recent dinner conversation:

Sis: "Mommy, how did you and Mama make babies?"

Me: "We went to the doctor and got help."

Sis: "Okay, so when I grow up, I'm going to a doctor for help. Then to the hospital. They'll pull the baby out. . . . Mommy, did you order two babies?"

Me: "No, that was just special."

Sis: "I only want to order one baby. . . . They'll pull the baby out and staple me up. Then I get to name the baby. And later I'll work at my pizzeria and it can come have lunch after school."