Your son, Liam, had always loved firefighters. Liam is 6, he's attracted by the pretty red and blue colors a firetruck consists of. So when he was given out a flyer that's about firefighters having a cute little picnic for charity, he immediately begged you to go. Of course, you did. Plus, it's for charity so why not? To be honest, you know that what really stood out for your son is the face-painting, the cookie-baking, and being able to go for a ride with the firefighters.

Liam woke you up the moment it hit 6:00am, and you were practically dragged to the fire-station by your little 6 year old. You'd given him money, which he was supposed to give to the wives collecting the charity for entry. They hand him a wristband, one for you, too. He drags you to one of the firefighters. You read the name tag, John Price. You take a moment to glance at the beard on the man, smiling down at your little boy as he gives Liam a plate of pancakes. Liam runs off to a table where he saw his friends, and you keep an eye on him.

The man clears his throat and speaks, his voice low and gruff. Quite attractive for a firefighter.

"And what'll his big sibling be having?"

Ah, he thinks your Liam's sibling. How're you supposed to tell him you're his parent???