Making a baby.....

(There is not one dirty word in it, and it is SOOO funny.)


The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use
a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy
father was to arrive, Mr. Smith
kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now The man
should be here soon." Half an hour later, just by chance, a
door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell,
hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've
come to...'' Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in,
embarrassed, "I've been expecting you." "Have you really?" said
the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know babies are
my specialty?" "Well that's what my husband and I had hoped.
Please come in and have a seat" After a moment she asked,
blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me.
I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps
a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is
fun. You can really spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for
Harry and me!" "Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good
one every time. But if we try several different positions and I
shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with
the results." "My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith. "Ma'am,
in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be
in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed
with that." "Don't I know it," said Mrs Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a
portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a
bus," he said. "Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at
her throat. "And these twins turned out exceptionally well -
when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."
"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith. "Yes, I'm afraid so I
finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right.
People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good
look" "Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with
amazement. "Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than
three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and
yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness
approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels
began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in."
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on
your, uh...equipment?"
"It's true, Ma'am, yes..

Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to
work right away." "Tripod?" "Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a
tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the
hand very long."

Mrs. Smith fainted.