TOO MUCH INFORMATION

I was watching the kids at recess. One of my former students, now a fourth grader came over to say hello. I mentioned that I was five months pregnant and would be expecting a baby in June. "Hmmmmmm," he said, stroking his chin and staring at me intently. "That means that Mr. Jones' male cells met your female cells exactly five months ago, during mating, is that correct?" Somehow I'd prefer it if he believed in the stork!