Shimon
Yesterday some guy approached me in the street.
Good luck with the delivery, he said. It’s a boy, isn’t it?
Yes, it is. I answered.
Well, in two weeks, when you give birth (I haven’t told him my due date. He just guessed), you should name your son Shimon, after my neighborhood Rabbi.
Thanks, I said. I’ll consider it, but I can’t promise anyting.
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