The nurse comes in to the delivery room (not the operating room, but the softly lit birthing room) and has a check list she wants to go over. I'm in labor at this point, so not in the best of moods. Mr. Spock is being very together, except he's just called three sets of parents and is a little on edge.
Nurse: Do you know the sex of the baby?
Nurse: Do have a name yet?
Us: [Muffin Man's Name]
Nurse: Will he be getting circumcised?
Nurse: Will you be needing a lactation consultant?
Us: Uhhhhh, yes?
Nurse: Do you have a pediatrician?
Us: [Muffin Man's pediatrician group]
Nurse: Who will be doing his circumcision?
Us: He's not getting circumcised.
Nurse: Right. What religion are you?
Mr. Spock: I was raised Catholic.
Me: I'm Jewish.
Nurse: Okay! That's it! (Walks out)
Me: Go get her back here! Make sure she's not getting a Mohel!