A little girl, carrying her favorite stuffed toy, went up to her father while he was sitting on his favorite chair in the living room and asked "Daddy, where does Pooh come from?"
The very wise man quickly said "Go ask your Mother."
So the little girl went into the kitchen where her mother was working and asked "Mommy, where does Pooh come from?"
The poor mother sat the little girl on a chair and then started to describe the digestive process, from eating to elimination. As the mother went on, the little girls eyes got bigger and bigger. When her mother was finished, she asked the little girl "Now, do you have any more questions?"
The little girl, in a squeeky, high pitched little voice asked "What about Tigger?"
Seek peace but keep your gun handy.
I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing!
“Illegitemus non carborundum est (“Don’t let the bastards grind you down”).”
― Julia Child