A younger Mrs. Diaz watched hopefully at the sky, waiting for a stork to come. Eventually, a younger Mr. Diaz came into the room and told her, "Angelica, I already explained this to you: babies don't come from storks."
"Then where do they come from?" she asked.
Caught off-guard by the question, Mr. Diaz and Mrs. Diaz sat down on her bed and he tried to come up with the right explanation.
"Well..."
(One explanation later)
"WHAT?!"