What's In a Name?

A young Jewish boy from New York went out West to college. One day in his senior year, he called home and said to his mother, "Mom, I've got a surprise for you. I'm getting married."

"Lucky you," his mom said. "Finding a nice young Jewish girl out in a place like Wyoming."

"Mom," his son replied, "she isn't Jewish. She's a Native American."

The mother fainted and wouldn't talk to him for a month.

When she finally agreed to come to the phone, she said, "If you're going to marry an Indian, at least bring her home to me."

Her son said, "Mom, we're already decided where to live. We're moving to the reservation."

The mother fainted again. This time she didn't talk to her son for six months. When she finally agreed to come to the phone, her son said, "Mom, I've got some good news this time. You're going to be a grandmother."

She hesitated, then said, "A grandmother is not a bad thing to be." Feeling pleased for the first time, she called once a month to find out how things were. Then one day she heard from her son. "Mom, I've got great news! We've just had a son. And we've decided to give him a Jewish name."

The mother smiled. "Ahh ... a Jewish name for my grandson. What is it?"

"Smoked Whitefish."