What’s happening?

Oliver is sad because he's not very good at surfing and he's just going to have to watch the rest of us surf.

5 minutes later...

Oliver: where do sissy's come from?
Me: their mommies.
Oliver: nope. They come from daddy's, under their tummies.
Me: oh, is that so?
Oliver: yeah and sissy is going to freak out because his bones are scary.

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