Before I knew where babies really came from I walked in on my parents on two different occasions while they were enjoying each other romantically. It was nothing sordid (thank god - oh my eyes, my eyes) but for years afterward it left me wondering what they were doing. I must have been seven or so and decided to ask my wise older sister (who was eight) what these scenes I had witnessed could possibly be. She rolled her eyes at me and in true-older sister fashion said:
"They were making a baby stupid!"
This idea rolled around in my head for years. I never admitted to my sister that it didn't make any sense to me. Why didn't we have two more babies then?