When my oldest son was about 10, he came running inside with a worried look on hin face.
"Dad,...Where did I come from?"
It was the moment nightmares are made from...The moment I had prepared for, and dreaded, for 10 years.
I sat him down at the dining room table, with instructions for him to wait right there...
I returned with my collection of books, charts, graphs, diagrams, and pictures....
We spent the next hour going over everything..with him watching wide eyed and listening intently...
Finally, feeling so proud of myself for handling the situation so gracefully, I folded my arms, looked him square in the eyes, and said.."Son, is there anything else you'd like to know?"
"Yeah," He replied...."Bobby came from Chicago....Where did I come from?".......
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