Where do I come from

"Where do I come from?" at very tender age before going to school, kids often ask their parents. I wonder what answers do you give to your children?

My grandmother told me that I was being picked up from the rubbish dump near the market and I was fooled  to believe.

When my daughter, Lynn asked me the same question when she was about five, I told her that an Indian lady gave her to me.

"What am I so fair then?" She was the fairest among all my kids and definitely she wondered how could it be.

"I made fair your skin by soaking and washing, hahaha ." It was quite interesting to fool her as I was fooled before.

"Do I have to go back to her? Please let me stay with you until I am fifteen, is it okay?" She pleaded with me ..........

Oh, my poor kid! I felt really bad to have joked on her to that extend. She has grown up now, but always remembers this incident and complaints that we were too much to play such trick on our own kids.

Once, my third brother was back for holidays with his family from Australia. He brought his three years' old son to a wet market which looked dirty and disorderly as compared to the clean supermarkets in Australia. My nephew refused to go inside the market. He was complaining until a little boy, about his age sitting quietly by the side of the vegetables caught his eyes.

" Is he for sale with the vegetables?" he asked the father curiously.

"Yes, that's how we got you, also from a stall in this type of market." The father was pulling his leg.

"No, I don't believe you!" he said angrily to the father.

"Good. You smart boy, I didn't know you are so smart and not easily fooled!"

"Of course, I can't be bought from such a dirty place. You bought me from the supermarket in Australia, right?"