Birds, bees and boxcars
A friend was in her car the other day with her young son. I can't remember if he is 8 or if he is 9.
They saw a train on a rail line my friend had come to regard as all but dormant. "I wonder where that came from," she said, referring to the locomotive.
Her son, who apparently can be quite the wise guy, had an answer.
"Well," he said. "There's a daddy train and a mommy train and..."
At that point, my friend indicated she wanted to hear no more.
