Dori: Hwermie? Do yoo know where babies come from?
Herm: *startled* Why don’t you ask Mom?
Dori: So, yoo don’t know? That’s dissy pointing. I thought yoo knew ev’furrything.
Herm: Well, of course I know.
Dori: *blink blink* I’m waiting.
Dori: If yoo don’t know, tell me. Don’t bamboozy me with some fairy tale just to appear smarter.
Herm: I wouldn’t do that.
Dori: *checks watch* Forty seconds into the conversation and still no answers.
Herm: I know the answer. I’m just not sure it’s my responsibility to tell you about the birds and the bees.
Dori: Birds and bees?
Herm: That’s what hoomons call the subject of making babies.
Dori: Making babies? Like tweats in a Smittens factory?
Herm: *swallows hard* Not exactly.
Dori: *checks watch* One minute, thirty seconds.
Herm: Dori, stop. I don’t need the stress of pressure.
Dori: Yoo feel stwessed? Why?
Herm: I don’t want to make a mistake and traumatize you.
Dori: Traumatize? *pulls up a chair* Oh, this is gonna be good! Read More