A young Native American boy approaches to his mother one day with a puzzled look on his face. “Say, mom, why is my bigger brother named ‘Mighty Storm’?”

“Because he was conceived during a mighty storm.”

“Well, 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 moonlanding while she was conceived... Tell me, Torn Rubber, why are you so curious?”