The next day, he found out his wife had given birth to twins. Excited, he rushed to call her.
“I’m so happy!” he said. “Who took you to the hospital?”
“Your brother Joe did,” she replied. “Since I was under anesthesia, he picked the names.”
The husband froze. “Wait—Joe? He’s not the sharpest! What names did he choose?”
“We had a girl and a boy,” she said. “Joe named the girl Deniece.”
“Well, that’s actually kind of nice,” he said, relieved. “What about the boy?”
She sighed. “He named him De-nephew.”