An American Indian boy goes to his mother one day with a puzzled look on his face.
“Mom, why is my big brother named Mighty Storm?”
“Because he was conceived during a mighty storm.”
“Why is my sister named Cornflower?”
“Well, your father and I were in a cornfield when we made her."
"And why is my other sister called Moonchild?”
"We were watching the moon landing while she was conceived. Tell me, Torn Rubber, why are you so curious?”