Proud Dad
A man and his wife tried and tried to have a baby, but without success.
Years went by and they went on trying, but no luck.
They loved each other, so they kept trying but grew a little sadder along the way.
Finally, she got pregnant, was very careful, and gave birth to a beautiful 3.9 kilo baby boy.
The couple were beside themselves with joy. At the hospital that night,
she told her husband to stop by the local newspaper and arrange for a birth announcement,
to tell all their friends the good news. First thing next morning, she asked if he’d done the errand.
“Yes, I did,” he said, “but I’d no idea those little notices in the paper were so expensive.”
“Expensive? Really?” she said. “How much did it cost?”
“Eight hundred and fifty dollars. I’ve got the receipt.”
“Eight hundred and fifty dollars!” she cried. “That’s impossible.
You must have made a mistake. Tell me what happened. Exactly.”
“Well, there was a young lady behind the counter at the paper, who gave me a form to fill in,” he said.
“I put in your name and my name and little Eddy’s name and weight, and when we’d be home again and,
you know, ready to see friends. I handed it back to her and she counted up the words and asked,
‘How many insertions?’
I said twice a week for fourteen years, and she gave me the bill. Ok?”