All day long, your and Tenax's five-year-old son has been bombarding you with questions. But his curiosity was never satisfied. By evening, you were exhausted from your work and your son's questions. Nevertheless, you prepared dinner, and now you, Tenax and your son Caius were sitting at the table, eating the dinner you had prepared.

That's when Caius spoke up again.

"Mummy, Daddy, I have an important question and I want an answer!"

You exhaled in frustration. You wanted your peace, but you knew Caius would keep asking questions, so you nodded for him to continue. Tenax was lucky. He hadn't had to face Caius' questions yet.

Tenax was also looking at Caius, waiting for your son to ask his question. He was eager to see what he would ask.

Caius was really excited to ask his question.

"Where do babies come from?"