So she went and asked her grandmother, “Grandma, where did I come from?”
Her grandmother nervously said, “Why, you came from heaven, dear.”
Looking perplexed, the little girl asked, “How?”
Her grandmother thought for a second, then said, “You drifted down from heaven on a cloud… and your mother caught you in a basket and brought you home.”
“OK. And where did mommy come from?”
“She came from heaven, too.”
“What about you, grandma?”
“Why, I came from heaven too,” she replied.
“Oh,” the little girl thought for a second, “ok.” She went and wrote it down. “Thanks.”
The next day she turned in her paper. It began, “For three generations there have been no natural births in our family.”
