"Then Daddy took Mommy to the park and asked her to marry me."

"Then what, Dad?"

"Well, we were in a hurry, because…it was dark. So we got a taxi, and the whole way back, we were…talking…in the back seat."

"Then?"

"When we got back, we, uh…ordered a pizza, to…celebrate our engagement. Nine months later, you came!"

"Pizza makes babies?"

You could hear Zack scratching his head. "Yes?"
There was a small squeak of terror. "I don't want a baby!"

"No, not OUR pizza!"

You sighed. Zack was never telling bedtime stories again. This was the third food this week.