yesterday, my son had a talk.
cotter: daddy?
me: yes?
cotter: when my wife gets pregnant...
me (suddenly very alert and just a tad concerned): yeeeesss?
cotter: well, today ago, i was watching tv, and i saw a commercial...
me: a commercial?
cotter: yes sir. when she gets pregnant, she'll get these big brown scratches on her tummy....
me: yes, she might...
cotter: well, i saw a commercial for a medicine that will make them go away. i'm going to buy that for her.
me: she'll appreciate that, i'm sure.
cotter: right.
(note: cotter confirmed that the link is the accurate product, just so you know)