"But Mother, my fellow children have an understanding of what happens inside the Large Hadron Collider" said Timothy, trailing after his mum.
"Now listen y'all, you ain't other kids timmy."
"Now, now mother, I believe I have requested before that you call me Timothy. I am six now, after all."
"Well shoot, you are now. When'd you get so grown up?" Said Brenda.
"Back to my point about the Large Hadron Collider?"
"We better sit ourselves down now Timmy. If you must know.
When a mummy and a daddy love each other very much they decide to get inside the LCH and make a baby. They get out their Petri dishes and they mix together their DNA and boom! A baby."
"Is that how I was made mother?"
"Weeellllll, not exactly.
"What do you mean," gasped Timmy.
"I mean, that you is posh talking and I is not posh talking. You're not my real son."
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!"
