When my wife went into labor with our first child, we rushed to the hospital. While my wife held her stomach and I tried not to hyperventilate, the intake nurse looked at us and asked, "What seems to be the problem?"
I could only blink.
"I'm having a baby," my wife said.
"Oh," the nurse said. "Is your doctor at this hospital?"
I could only blink again.
"No," my wife said. "We only stopped at this random hospital to have a baby. Of course my doctor's at this hospital!"
"Oh," the nurse said. She then compounded the situation by asking funny question number three: "Has your water broken?"
I found my voice. "Yes, about twenty minutes ago. She's having major contractions. Could we get a wheelchair, please?"
The nurse actually said, "I have to check."
I have been asked a number of funny questions as the father of biracial children. It would be easier to simply give you that hub for all those strange questions: