Your wife walks into the room with a huge smile on her face and something in her hands. "What?" you ask her curiously. She comes over and sits next to you on the couch giving you a huge hug. She hands you the thing in her hands. It's a pregnancy test and it's positive. You are overwhelmed with joy and kiss her. You spend the next 9 months taking the best care of her you can. You run out at 2am to get her ice cream, cuddle her when she has cramps and give her encouragement. The day finally arrives when her water breaks. You rush her to the hospital and check her in. The doctors make you wait outside and you pace the halls up and down anxiously. 2 nurses rush into the room and you hear your wife screaming, you beg to be let in but the nurses keep you in the hall. (I forgot to mention it's 1954 when men weren't allowed in the room when their wives were giving birth). You hear something else screaming but it isn't your wife. You push past the nurses and for the first time see your newborn son crying in your wife's arms. You go over to her and kiss her on the forehead and look at your firstborn child. The joy you feel is overwhelming and you start crying. Suddenly, out of nowhere this guy comes into the room and dabs on you, your wife and your newborn son. What do you do?