"There's something wrong with my baby!", the new mom screamed.

"Calm down, Jean. There's nothing wrong with your baby. He's a perfectly normal child", replied the doctor.

"Look at his head! It’s not right!", she screamed.

"There’s nothing wrong with his head, Jean. It’s perfectly normal", the doctor told her as he wondered if there was something wrong with her head. All he needed was a crazy new mother.

"Are you blind!? Look at it! It’s, it’s...round!", she screamed. She’d been screaming for 18 hours. First the labor pains. Then the birth, which was not the joy she was conned into believing by the doctor, the nurses, her friends and that no-good, lying husband of hers. Let him try to touch her again.

The screaming was getting on the doctor’s nerves. He was thinking of giving her a sedative- or else taking one himself. It had been a long night and now this. "Jean, he’s supposed to have a round head. He’d be a freak if it wasn’t."

"Are you crazy!? What world are you from!? All babies are born as cone heads!", she screamed again. She watched all the health shows and all babies were born with cone heads. Didn’t this doctor ever watch tv?

The doctor wrote out an order for Valium and left the room thinking that Jean watched too much tv.

"Hi, Hon. I love you. I love the baby", Jean's husband told her.

"I gave you a deformed baby! I'm so sorry", Jean cried.

"Oh, hon, it's going to be alright. He'll probably be okay. If not, we can try again."

"No! I'll never take the chance of bringing another round head into the world. Why us!?"

"Jean, calm yourself. Think of it this way. He'd end up with a round head anyway."

"Yea, when he supposed too! Not be born that way!"

"Oh, honey, I hate to see you so upset", Jean's mom said as she tried to console her.

"My baby's a freak!", Jean cried.

"Oh, honey, he'll outgrow it, uh, grow into it, umm", Joan's mom flubbed.

"Sure he will but what about now! Everyone' gonna pity him!", Joan cried some more.

"Oh, honey, it'll be okay. Trust me. I don't know where he got it from, though. Never been any round heads on our side of the family. Must be from that husband of yours. I was opposed to him right from the start. He has funny eyes. Now, he has a funny looking kid", Joan's mom said.

"Maybe if I anoint him with oil", Joan’s pastor suggested.

"Will that get God to stretch the baby's head!", Joan yelled.

"Umm, no. I don't think the Lord works that way",the pastor said.

"Then what good is it!", Joan yelled.

The pastor left her in sadness but with a great sermon idea.