“Spaghetti” spread!

A wealthy married man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One evening, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to jeopardize his marriage or reputation, the man offered her a large sum of money to move to Italy and have the baby in secret. He also promised to provide child support until the child turned 18 if she stayed there to raise the child. The woman agreed but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep things discreet, he told her to send a postcard with the word “Spaghetti” written on the back. Once he received it, he would arrange for the child support. Months later, the man returned home to his puzzled wife. She handed him a postcard from Italy and said, “This is a bit odd.” Trying to play it cool, he said, “Oh, just give it to me. I’ll explain later.” But as he read the card, his face turned pale, and he fainted. The postcard read: The man’s knees buckled the instant his eyes scanned the postcard. Instead of the single discreet word “Spaghetti” he had instructed, the back of the card was covered in bold, enthusiastic handwriting that spilled across every available inch of space. “Spaghetti arrived safely!” it began in bright blue ink. “It’s a beautiful 8-pound baby boy with your exact nose and my Italian fire! We named him Little Giuseppe after my grandfather. He already loves pasta and screams louder than the church bells in my village. Child support can start next month—bank details on the other side. P.S. My mother says thank you for the generous gift and wants to know when you’re coming to visit so she can cook her famous carbonara for the real father of her grandson. P.P.S. The neighbors are asking why the baby has such expensive American diapers. See you soon, amore!”