Grandpappy's Talk br br br Grandpappy sat by my side one day. br A question was asked that left him dismayed. br I said, 'Grandpappy, where do babies come from? ' br Hand on his cheek, fingers started to drum. br He said, 'Well madame, br forbidden fruit makes many jams.' br I laughed not knowing what he meant. br Forgot my original questioning intent. br I guess Grandpappy knew what he was doing. br He knew how to skirt my questions that were brewing.