“Daddy, how was I born?” the little one asked.
The father sighed, “Well, son, I guess you’re going to find out someday.”
He leaned back and started, “Your mom and I first met in a Yahoo chat room.”
“Then, we set up a date through email and met at a cyber-cafe.”
“We found a secluded room and googled each other. Then, your mom agreed to a download from my hard drive.”
He paused dramatically, “Just as I was ready to upload, we realized neither of us had used a firewall. And by the time we tried to hit the delete button, it was too late.”
The dad smiled, “Nine months later, a little Pop-Up appeared and said, ‘You’ve got Mail!’”
