It's a baby, not a bomb.

"I know stuff."

Mike was looking through baby pictures today, which prompted him to ask,

"What happens if you cut the wrong cord?"

Before I could follow up my perplexed look with a response, he confidently continued:

"When a baby is born there are a LOT of cords, like six of them, but the doctor has to cut the right one. What happens if you cut the wrong cord?"

I can only assume he is combining his limited birthing knowledge with his more extensive action adventure film knowledge to create the following scene in his mind:


The doctor, scissors in hand, is hunched over the baby with nervous sweat running down his face. Turning to the nurse he says,

"Is it the blue cord or the red cord? I can't remember, but if we cut the wrong one, this baby is gonna blow up in our face."