And baby makes three...
Naomi just came into the office carrying a bunch of crayons in her skirt.
Naomi: These are my crayon babies!
Me: Oh, does that mean you're a grown up crayon?
N: Yeah, and these are my babies!
Eric: If those are you babies, who is the daddy crayon?
N, to Eric: You are!
E: I am? I don't remember having baby crayons. How did that happen?
N: Because you have a mustache!
How can you argue with logic like that? I guess it's not incest if it's crayons?
Naomi: These are my crayon babies!
Me: Oh, does that mean you're a grown up crayon?
N: Yeah, and these are my babies!
Eric: If those are you babies, who is the daddy crayon?
N, to Eric: You are!
E: I am? I don't remember having baby crayons. How did that happen?
N: Because you have a mustache!
How can you argue with logic like that? I guess it's not incest if it's crayons?