George came home from University in tears.
“Mom, am I adopted?”
“No of course not!”, his mother replied. “Why would you think such a thing?”
George showed her the results of his genealogy DNA test.
No match for any of his relatives, and strong matches for a family who lived the other side of the city.
Worried, his mother called her husband.
“Honey, George did a DNA test and…and…I don’t know how to say this… he may not be our son.”
“Well, obviously!” he replied.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“It was your idea in the first place,” her husband said. “You remember, that first night in the hospital when the baby did nothing but scream and cry and scream and cry. On and on. And you
asked me to change him.”
“I picked a good one I reckon. Ever so proud of George.”
LOL!!