Our Lamaze class included a tour of the pediatric wing of the hospital. When a new baby was brought into the nursery, all the women tried to guess its weight, but the guy standing next to me was the only male to venture a number.
"Looks like 9 pounds," he offered confidently.
"This must not be your first," I said.
"Oh, yes," he said, "it's my first."
"Then how would you know the weight of a baby?" I asked.
He shrugged, "I'm a fisherman."
A first-time father was taking a turn at feeding the baby some strained peas. Naturally, there were traces of the food everywhere, especially on the infant.
His wife comes in, looks at the infant, then at her husband staring into space, then says, "What in the world are you doing?"
He replied, "I'm waiting for the first coat to dry, so I can put on another."
The first-time father, beside himself with excitement over the birth of his son, was determined to do everything right.
"So, tell me, nurse," he asked as his new family headed out the hospital door, "what time should we wake the little guy in the morning?"