Fred came home from university in tears. ‘Mum, am I adopted?’
‘Of course not,’ his mother replied. ‘Why would you think such a thing?’
Fred showed her his genealogy DNA test results — he was no match for any of his relatives and a strong match for a family living on the city’s other side.”
“Shocked, his mother called her husband.
‘Honey, Fred has done 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 continued. ‘Remember that first night in the hospital when the baby did nothing but scream and cry and scream and cry? On and on. And then you asked me to change him? I picked a good one, I reckon. Ever so proud of Fred.'”
