SPOILERS FOR MANY EPISODES
"Daddy, where do babies come from?" The bright-eyed seven year-old asked.
Barney Stinson choked on his morning coffee, the scalding liquid burning his throat as he tried to recover from the shock of the question. "Why don't you go ask your mother?" He said, still coughing a bit.
"I did. Mom said to ask you. She said you'd know better than anyone else."
Barney rolled his eyes. Robin was always jokingly giving him a hard time about his bed-hopping before they'd gotten together. But, when it came down to it, Barney hadn't known as much about sex as he'd always let on. He thought he had, but then he'd slept with Ro