Come on, the windmills will always wind
They named it Don Quixote.
My wife and I are sitting at the dinner table, talking about our soon-to-be-born baby. She is telling me how much the baby is kicking. I said "The baby is kicking like a donkey - or is it a mule?" My wife agrees.
I say (completely straight-faced) "What is a mule's favorite novel?" My wife is stumped. "Donkey-jote."
She sits there for a couple of seconds, and says "Do me a favor: just save all those kinds of jokes for when the baby is born..."