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I had been part of an experimental selective breeding program, and one of the babies (whom the organizers told me was mine) had just been born. The mother (whom I had met only a few times, just long enough to impregnate her) was about 16 years old, reasonably bright and with a 16-year-old's fondness for romantic fairy tales. The program organizers didn't expect me to participate in bringing up the baby, but I felt I should take some part.
And the baby was something special, talking in complete sentences within a few weeks.
Lest the kid grow up with the wrong impression from the fairy tales, mom explained one day while pushing the kid in a stroller "In real life, animals can't all talk to one another." To which the baby replied "I understand. But you can talk to them, right?" Mom decided to clear that up some other time.
Later on the same walk, the baby turned to me and said "You know, you're not my real father. The timing doesn't work out: I was probably conceived two weeks before you met her."
And the baby was something special, talking in complete sentences within a few weeks.
Lest the kid grow up with the wrong impression from the fairy tales, mom explained one day while pushing the kid in a stroller "In real life, animals can't all talk to one another." To which the baby replied "I understand. But you can talk to them, right?" Mom decided to clear that up some other time.
Later on the same walk, the baby turned to me and said "You know, you're not my real father. The timing doesn't work out: I was probably conceived two weeks before you met her."