A Indian boy goes 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, she said.

Then he asked Why is my sister named Cornflower?

Well your father and I were in a cornfield when we made her, she replied.

He then asked And why is my other sister called Moonchild?

We were watching the moon-landing when she was conceived, the mother replies.

The mother paused and said to her son…

Tell me, Torn Rubber, why are you so curious