"Daddy, where do babies come from?" Vaughn scratched the back of his head as the brown haired toddler crawled on his lap.

"Why do you ask?" he inquired, avoiding the inevitable.

"Because I wanna know!" The child dramaticallly threw up his arms in the air and a snicker was heard from the kitchen, where his wife was 'busy' cooking dinner while eavesdropping on the interesting father-son conversation.

"Well.. yeah, you see…" He looked at the determined big blue eyes of this son and cleared his throat.

"Long ago, when only the Harvest Goddess lived on these islands…" Vaughn frowned. He majorly sucked at reading stories, leave alone making them up as he went. ".. the Harvest Goddess was bored out of her mind and growing lonely." The toddler pouted.

"Poor Harvest Goddess," he sniffled.

"No, no! She's gonna solve that! Don't worry." The sniffling stopped and Vaughn exhaled slowly, patted his son on his head and continued.

"So the Harvest Goddess decided to .." he looked out of the window on his left, "...grow some crops," he added.

"Why?" informed the toddler, determined to know the story inside-out. Daddy, however was turning his mind inside-out to find a logical answer to this.

"That's easy, that's because well… the Harvest Goddess loved gardening!" His son nodded.

"Makes sense, makes sense," he mumbled to himself. Vaughn folded his arms, satisfied with his own improvisation skills.

"So the Harvest Goddess planted some crops," he continued. "Magical crops. Very rare magical crops." Another snicker was heard from the kitchen. Vaughn ignored it and went on, "And she watered them every day until the first leaves sprouted and continued to do so until they were full grown, big, beautiful crops." He paused, letting the information slowly be processed by the tiny frowning human on his lap.

"What did she do with them?" he asked at last. Vaughn smiled, getting the hang of it.

"She loved her crops so much, that she didn't want to eat or ship them. So she left them where they were and continued to take care of them as good as she did before. But one night, a bright idea occurred to her and the next morning, she watered the crops with the water from her pond." His son gasped.

"And then?" he eagerly demanded. Vaughn thought concentrated. After several seconds, a his lips curled up in a bright smile.

"After nine months, the crops teared their roots lose from the earth and started to look like babies. They turned pink and started to feel nice and soft. They slowly grew and became more and more like the Goddess herself. They learned how to walk, how to speak, how to garden and uh…" Vaughn scratched the back of his head again. His son stared at him with open mouth and full of anticipation.

"That's how babies are made." Vaughn added proudly. But the toddler didn't react. Vaughn helplessly turned to Chelsea who'd curiously walked into the living room and smiled painfully broad while pointing at her impossible grin. Then it hit him.

"And they lived happily ever after," he finished and an applause was heard. Vaughn leaned back, content that his efforts were being appriciated.

"You should stand up and bow, you know," the tiny brunette on his lap commented.

"Oh, you're right. I should." Vaughn lifted the toddler off his lap, stood up and made a bow with grand exaggerated gestures.

And that's the real story. Review, or the Harvest Goddess will send her mutated crops after you!