NAMING BABIES

A couple are going to have a baby. The woman's time comes, and as she is taken into the operating room, she calls he husband over and says to him:

"Honey, there's something I really have to tell you."

"Can't this wait?" says the husband.

"No," says the wife. "There is a very old tradition in my family that the oldest living male always gets to name any new children born to anyone in the family. That means my brother must name our children. I know this comes as a shock, but I couldn't tell you earlier, because I didn't want to upset you."

"But, but ..." sputters the husband, "I *know* your brother is a Redneck There's no question that he'll screw this up!"

"I'm sorry," says the wife, "but that's the way it has to be."

Time is getting short, and not wanting to upset his wife any further, the husband finally relents. The blessed time comes, and to every one's surprise the mother gives birth to a set of healthy, beautiful twins, a boy and a girl. The father is, of course, delighted, but his happiness is tempered by the question he knows he must ask his wife. Finally he can put it off no longer.

"Alright," he says, taking a deep breath, "What did your brother name our daughter?"

"Denise," says the mother quietly.

"Oh," says the surprised father. "That's a pretty name. Perhaps this won't be so bad after all. What did he name our son?"

"Denephew," said the mother.