The child is the father of the man

Says the brat to the Pappa: Pappa you were born from?
Pappa stares quizzically at said brat.
Brat repeats the question at a higher volume accompanied by sleeve pulling.
Pappa ignores said question, pondering over the answer, no doubt thoroughly embarassed to deign replying.
Mamma answers for Pappa. "Pappa was born from Dadi's stomach."
Brat goes further, "And Dadi was born from?"
Mamma sort of figures out where this is heading, "From her mamma's stomach."
The questioning continues..."And her mamma's name is?"
Mamma replies patiently, "Basanti."
The brat ponders a while. " Why only mammas can have babies in the stomach? Why pappa dont have babies in the stomach."
The biology lesson unfurled all over again about the special place in mamma's stomach like a nest where babies grow and become big, and then they're born, etc, etc. Eyes widened and mouth half open in rapt attention, the brat listened. "Like how the baby kangaroo comes out of his mamma's stomach."
Mamma sighs. "Yes."
Brat lifts mamma's Tshirt. "Where's your pocket in the stomach?"
"I want to see it."
Mamma hastily pulls down coverage. "No no. Mamma's pocket in the stomach is inside the stomach, not open like the Kangaroo."
Brat looks at Pappa. "Why cant we just go to Hypercity and buy a baby? Is easy na?"
Then he looked sternly at his father, perhaps realising that his father's contribution to his rearing has been confined majorly to sperm donation.
Brat: "Pappa. Now you make a baby sister grow in your stomach. Mamma already made me grow in her stomach. Is your turn now."
Pappa snorted disgustedly and turned onto his side.
End of babymaking discussion.