So, at my church, one large wing of the building is dedicated to childcare. I don't have any kids, but I'm sure they do a great job. They seem very dedicated.
But anyway, I can't help but smirk a little every time I glance that way, because there's a large label above the door on the lower level that says "BIRTH-KINDER" (the upstairs door says "GRADES 1-6").
So, I have a little mental dialogue that goes something like this:
CHILD: "Daddy, where do children come from?"
FATHER: "From the BIRTH-KINDER, of course. Your mother an I ordered you online and picked you up once the BIRTH-KINDER instrument had manufactured you."
Sorry, just a random glimpse into my gently-twisted mind. XD