The crofter’s wife went into labour in the middle of the night, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery.
To keep the father-to-be busy, the doctor handed him a lantern and said: “Here, you hold this high so I can see what I’m doing.”
Soon, a lusty baby boy was brought into the world.
“Och!” said the doctor. “Don’t be in a rush to put the lantern by…I think there’s yet another wee bairn to come.”
Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a bonnie lass.
“Na, dinna be in a great hurry to be putting down that lantern, lad…It seems there’s yet another one besides!” cried the doctor.
The crofter scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor:
“Well, now, mon, Do ye suppose the light’s attracting them?”
With thanks to ‘Colin in a kilt’ for this one!
For the first time ever, I shall use modernese. ROFLMAOQ!
Ramana, I take it you enjoyed that!
Oh dear. First there are none then there are three. Like buses. If god would have wanted us to have triplets he’d have given us three arms (and three you know what). Personally I can’t fail the crofter’s logic and would have put out the lantern there and then.
Three is more than a handful.
No telling how many there might have been in the litter had they been in a brightly lit operating room.
Al, I think I would prefer to be in the dark!
Like moths to a candle. 😉
Hahaha! That’s great . . . I dinna know which I like best, the scene setting or the punch line.
Double value today, Nancy!
My daughter is due any day now, and I’m sure, there will be no light.
Mayo, I hope all goes smoothly for her.
The incredible lightness of being.
Now that is a great phrase, Brighid!