Author's Notes: I know that Lily and Jack were popular names to call the future kids of Danny and Sam, so I just went with the obvious choices. Danny gets to explain some subjects to his daughter, and whatnot. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Danny and Sam belong to Butch Hartman. Lily and Jack belong to Danny and Sam who belong to Butch Hartman. It's kind of second-hand, you know?

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My name is Lily. I'm seven and a half years old. I have black hair and blue eyes, just like my daddy. I love my Daddy. And my Daddy loves my Mommy.

When I was six, (last year, before I was seven), I was watching Daddy and Mommy sitting on our purple couch together. They were watching a movie. Mommy and Daddy didn't know that I was looking at them, but I was. Daddy loves Mommy a lot!

So, a little bit later, I sat down in between them. Daddy told me how pretty I was, and Mommy told me how much she loved me. I love my parents, and they love me, too.

Then I asked why they were always sitting together in weird ways and tickling each other. (I didn't understand then that they were cuddling, which Mommy told me is something you do with someone that you love a lot. I understand cuddling now. I'm seven years old!) Daddy laughed and told me that, back when he was as old as my brother Jack, (he's 16 and older then me, because I'm only seven), he found out that he loved my Mommy. Mommy blushed and then touched him on the cheek with her lips.

(Mommy told me what that means, too. That's called kissing, and that's also something you do to someone you love very much)

So I asked, "Daddy, where did I come from? Was I there when you were as old as Jack?"

"No," Daddy said, "you weren't there. Mommy and I could only think about how great it would be to have kids like you, Lily. We wished we could have you, but do you think Jack is old enough to be a daddy?"

"No," I said, very solemnly. Jack was always playing around. He never would have time to take care of one of those itty bitty babies that I see other mommies holding. Jack always has to play with a brown ball with a bunch of other big guys. They run around and get mud on their clothes so when he comes home Mommy says, "You better not be expecting me to clean that up, Jack Daniel Fenton! You better get to washing that before you get it all over my house!"

Daddy nodded his head. "I wasn't either. Mommy and I waited until we were a little bit older, like Jack's age and your age together – "

" – Because I'm seven and a big girl now?" I asked, very proudly.

He smiled at me. My Daddy has the best smile. "Yes, baby. That's when we started thinking about how good it would be to have a baby."

I thought about this. That sounded okay. There was still one thing bothering me, though.

"Daddy?" I asked, cocking my head. "Where did I come from?" I patted Mommy's belly. "From here? Did I come from Mommy's belly?"

Daddy nodded, his blue eyes sparkling. (Sparkling is another word Mommy taught me; it means that something is so shiny and clean and nice to look at, that everyone does. Then she talked for a little bit about how people should stop spending all their money on sparkling things, but I was still thinking about my new word)

"Do you understand, baby?" He asked, giving me a hug.

I looked at Mommy. She was looking at Daddy, and I knew I should not say anything more about my question. But I did anyway. "No. But it's okay." I looked at Mommy. "And if you eat anything like that again, I wouldn't mind a little sister."

I know now that you don't eat something that makes your belly grow and have a baby, but Mommy and Daddy were okay with my answer. I snuck away and looked at my Mommy and Daddy again.

They really do love each other.