It was a regular Thursday night at the Puckerman household. Tina was lying down on the couch watching TV while Puck sat in his favorite chair (the type of chair that solidified his position as the man of the house even though Tina's parents bought the house for them.) Puck had just said something incredibly stupid and insensitive and Tina was trying desperately to figure out what was going on in that strange little brain of his.

"Hold on Noah, run this brilliant logic by me again one more time," Tina glared at her husband over her gargantuan pregnant belly.

Puck shrugged his shoulders and sat up in his chair to speak again. Tina had warned him that he should sit up straight before he talked to give a more authoritative tone. Even though Puck hated the idea of other people having authority over him, he loved having it himself.

"I'm just saying babe, between your Asian genes and my natural bad assness, we should totally name our baby boy Karate Chop. Plus, you always complain about how our little ninja always kicks and punches you."

"Oh my God you're serious. You are seriously an idiot aren't you? My baby is going to be born half an idiot."

"Jesus T you're starting to sound like my mother. And what's wrong with the name I came up with."

Tina tilted her head to the side like she just heard a dog talk.

"Well first of all, it's just really freaking stupid. I would feel so ashamed, and this kid would need years of expensive therapy, if people were laughing at his name for his entire life. Secondly, it's really racist, and it sounds like something the soldiers called the Vietnamese in Saigon. "

"OK, first of all, if anyone makes fun of my kid I will make them regret the day they were born. Then after my little guy gets a little bit older, his natural Puckster genetics will take over and he will be able to hand out the beat downs on his own. And…I wanted the kid to have a strong connection to both his Jewish and Asian roots. My mom is going to take that kid to Hebrew school whether we like it or not, but I just wanted him to know that both of his cultures are important. "

Tina didn't know whether she should cry at his sensitivity or laugh at his stupidity (Damn those pregnancy hormones Quinn warned her about. One minute she would want to jump Puck's bones and then a minute later she would want to strangle him.)…she chooses the later.

"And you thought Karate Chop would connect him to his Asian roots?"

"Yeah," Puck sounded a little offended by her tone.

"Well that's already taken care of Mr. Puckerman. He is getting his middle name from my grandfather."

"Which is?"

"Wang," Tina said with a straight face.

Puck nearly fell out of his chair laughing. He even muted the TV; this explanation was going to be way more entertaining than anything on primetime.

"Hold on, you think naming our kid after a penis is going to be less traumatic than naming him something awesome like Karate Chop?"

"I know how it sounds, that's why it is going to be his middle name."

"I hope we don't have to sign his full middle name on any school slips, I don't think I'll be able to write "Wang" without laughing."

"I hate you, and if this pillow wasn't making my sore feet feel so good I would throw it at you."

"Yeah I'm not making any more feet comments, I learned my lesson from last time," Puck said as he massaged a fork shaped bruise on his forearm.

"That's a good boy. You know…you could always give me a foot massage," Tina said with pleading eyes.

Puck looked at her but said nothing. He just turned the volume back up, way up, to drown out Tina's insults.

"Noooooaaaah," she complained. "Be nice to me, I'm your wife and the mother of your unborn child. I'm giving birth to your first son, isn't that important to testosterone junkies like you?"

Puck turned off the TV, got out of his chair, and knelt down on one knee to look Tina in the eye.

"It means the world to me Tina," he said as he massaged her belly. "But I aint rubbing your feet. I'll set up the little whirlpool thingy and you can plop them in there, deal?"

"Deal," she said before kissing his cheek. When Puck got up to get the whirlpool, Tina talked in a quiet whisper so only the baby could hear.

"Don't tell your father this, but for the last month while you're still in there I'm going to call you Karate Chop."