Daddy, How was I Born

My son recently came to me and asked, “Daddy, how was I born?”

“Well, Kyle, I guess one day you’ll find out anyway,” I sighed.

“Your Mom and I first got together in a public online chat room. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your her and we met at a cyber-café,” I began.

“Then we sneaked into a private chat room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive,” I continued. “As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little pop-up appeared saying: “You got Mail.”

He didn’t believe me – or that I found him under a rock.