Though quite unusual, he didn’t question his luck, deciding to just enjoy the ride.
One day, his wife approached him. “Honey? Can you sketch a picture for me?”
“Of course!” he replied. “What should I draw?”
“What you think our baby will look like.”
He stared back at her, eyes wide. Then, sighing heavily, he grabbed a pencil and pad, quickly sketched out a picture, and pushed it toward her.
“What the hell is this?” she laughed, surveying the page. It was just a stick figure firing a gun at another stick figure, smiling, with no wounds showing on his stick body. “I asked you to imagine what our baby would look like!” she repeated.
“And I got a vasectomy five years ago,” he said. “So I drew a blank.”
