A heavily pregnant young Irish Catholic woman was rushed to hospital by her brother because of the severe pains she was experiencing. The doctors decided that an operation was needed and delivered under full anesthetic a beautiful pair of twins, one boy, one girl. The mother however was very unwell and remained so for many weeks, so the nurses asked her brother if he would name the children.
When the woman finally recovered she asked to see her babies. Her brother brought them in with a big smile on his face. "Here y'are, girl, a fine pair of beauties, to be sure!"
She looked worried, "But I was not able to give them a name."
"Don't fret yourself so, girl, tis orl taken care of. I named them meself."
"What names did you give them?" she asked anxiously.
"Well, de girl I called Denise."
"Aahhh," she replied, "tis a fine name, to be sure. And what about de boy?"
He answered, "I called him Denephew."
When the woman finally recovered she asked to see her babies. Her brother brought them in with a big smile on his face. "Here y'are, girl, a fine pair of beauties, to be sure!"
She looked worried, "But I was not able to give them a name."
"Don't fret yourself so, girl, tis orl taken care of. I named them meself."
"What names did you give them?" she asked anxiously.
"Well, de girl I called Denise."
"Aahhh," she replied, "tis a fine name, to be sure. And what about de boy?"
He answered, "I called him Denephew."
(Maybe it made it more funny, that I was so proud of my self being able to "get it" even though it was a play on words in english, a foreign language to me 
