Terrible News

Mister Smith rushes into the maternity ward:

- What's wrong? What's the emergency?

- Oh, Mister Smith, your child was just born and I have some terrible news for you. It's disfigured.

- Well, how bad is it? Can I see?

- Follow me, sir.

They head down a restricted corridor and come to the first door. Inside, in the respirator, is a newborn child without arms.

Mister Smith is upset:

- Oh my God! How terrible to be born this way!

The nurse interrupts:

- No Mister Smith, that isn't your child. Follow me, please.

They come to another room and there lies a newborn with no arms OR legs.

Mister Smith cries:

- Oh dear God! What could be worse than this?

- No mister Smith, that's not your child. Follow me.

Next room down, Smith looks in. This kid is only a head. No body at all.

- Oh my God! How awful! What could be worse than this?

- Not your child, sir. Follow me.

One more room left in the hall. Mister Smith forces himself to enter. There on a pillow is a single huge ear.

- This is your child, Mister Smith.

Smitty goes nuts:

- Oh Lord! What could possibly be worse than this!? But... It's still my son. I will talk to him, I will amuse him with bed-time stories. I will sing him lullabies...

- Sir, it's deaf.