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A Scotsman was drinking in a bar in London when he got a call on
his cell phone. He then ordered drinks for everybody in the bar as
he announced his wife had just produced a typical Scottish baby
boy, weighing 25 pounds.

Nobody could believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds,
but the man just shrugged, "That's about average up our way, folks
– like I said – my boy's a typical Highland baby boy."

Two weeks later the man returned to the bar. The bartender says,
"Say, you're the father of that typical Scottish baby that weighed 25
pounds at birth, aren't you? Everybody's been making bets about
how big he'd be in two weeks. So how much does he weigh now?

The proud father answers, "Seventeen pounds."

The bartender was puzzled and concerned. "What Happened? He
was 25 pounds the day he was born."

The father took a slow swig from his Johnnie Walker whiskey, wiped
his lips on his shirt sleeve, leaned into the bartender and proudly
said: "Had him circumcised."
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