A baby was born so advanced in development he could talk. He looked around the delivery room and saw the doctor. “Are you my doctor?” he asked. “Why, yes, I am,” said the doctor. The baby said, “Thank you for taking such good care of me during the birth.” He looked at his mother and asked, “Are you my mother?” “Yes, dear, I am,” said the mother beaming. “Thank you for taking such good care of me before I was born,” he said. He then looked at his father and asked, “Are you my father?” “Yes, I am,” his father proudly answered. The baby motioned him closer, then poked him on the forehead with his index finger. “Hurts, doesn’t it!”
