Slightly off-topic. We had been living in a fairly small suburban community when I first came to the US - neighbors waving at each other when driving by and visiting quite frequently. So when word got around that I had come from Europe to join my mother and stepfather, neighbors took turns welcoming me, congratulating my parents, and giving them advice on whether they should get me a bicycle or a used car, how to make me like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, or what color carpet should be installed in my room. The advice was often about nothing and everything at the same time, or so it seemed.
On one of those days, when I returned home, there were two women sitting in the living room chatting with my mother over iced tea. I was in my room upstairs when I heard one of the women say, “There is something we wanted to ask you... We hope we do not intrude... Your boy... he is so sweet... he was born overseas, is that right?”
My mother said, “Yes...”
The woman continued, “Is that so? Well... if you're looking for a doctor to have him circumcised, there is this doctor in the medical building downtown who will be able to help...” She continued, “You are going to do it, am I right?”
Then I heard my mother say, “Well... actually... our son have already been circumcised... About a month ago...”
Then the third woman exclaimed, “Oh, isn't it wonderful?!” and the second woman said, “Yes.”
When my mother called me to come downstairs, I thought I would die.