Special Delivery

During lunch the boys and I were looking at what we call "fun stuff." I subscribe to a few kid craft-blogs (go ahead, mock all you want). The boys like looking at the different pictures of things they might make.

Before turning off the computer, I decided to jump over and check the headlines of the local news website. I saw this story:

Provo police officer delivers baby

January 14th, 2010 @ 9:30am

PROVO -- A Provo police officer delivered a baby boy Wednesday night.

Police say Officer Devon L. Jensen was flagged over by two women in a car near 1860 S. University Ave. The women were attempting to get to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center.
When he spoke to the occupants, he found a woman was starting to have her baby.
He immediately requested paramedics to respond; but before they could arrive, the baby decided it was time.
With the help of Officer Jensen, the baby boy was born.
Paramedics arrived a short time later and transported the mother and baby to the hospital. Both are said to be doing well.

I read it out-loud to the boys, mostly because Cooper came very close to being born in a car, and I'm always thankful when I read stories like this that he wasn't.

After I read the article. Peter asked the following:

Peter: Was I born in a car?

Me: No, but Cooper almost was.

Peter: Why did they send the baby in the mail?

Me: What?

Peter: Why did they put the baby in the mail?

Me: Who put a baby in the mail?

Peter: The police officer.

Me: Nobody mailed a baby. Wait, do you mean because the story said the officer delivered the baby?

Peter: Yeah. Is that how you got Cooper?

Me: No, that's not how we got Cooper.

I was nervous that he might really want to know how we got Cooper, but, thankfully, the questions stopped there. For now.