Not Till You're 12, Son

Happy Birthday. You always read the Cheers and Jeers. Now you are one. Now that you are 12, son, it is time to tell you EVERYTHING. 1. Babies don't come from the stork. 2. All those jokes we make that you don't understand are about sex. 3. Your mom and dad aren't perfect, but we love you very much and we try really hard. Happy birthday to our long haired hippy from Mom, Dad, and Nicky. By the way, we are on our way to Yellowstone.