It was the evening of the day we moved into our own detached home – a dream made possible by Dad’s hard work, even if it meant a two-generation loan.

Sent out by my brother for groceries, I was approached by a beautiful blue-haired girl who pleaded for my help.

Taking her word that it was a kidnapping, I clotheslined the culprit, only for two large eggs to come tumbling out.

The moment I touched them, the eggs cracked open, and two baby girls emerged.

The blue-haired girl then stated:

"You're their father!"

What's going on?