A Scotchman is drinking in a Sydney hotel bar when he gets a call on his mobile phone.
He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear, and orders a round of drinks for everybody
in the bar because, he announces, his wife has just delivered a typical Scottish baby
boy weighing 25 pounds!

Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Scotchman
just shrugs, "That's about average in Scotland, folks. Like I said, my boy's a typical
Scotch baby boy."

Congratulations showered him from all around, and many exclamations of "WOW"
were heard. One woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains.

Two weeks later the Scotchman returns to the hotel bar.

The barman says, "Say, you're the father of that typical Scotch baby that weighed
25 pounds at birth, aren't you? Everybody's been making' bets about how big he'd be
in two weeks. We were gonna call you. How much does he weigh now?"

The proud father answers, "Seventeen pounds."

The bartender is puzzled, and concerned. "What happened? He already weighed
25 pounds the day he was born."

The Scotch father takes a slow swig from his Scotch Ale, wipes his lips on his shirt
sleeve, leans towards the barman and proudly says, "Had him circumcised"