What my husband didn't know.

It's a long story, but in order to get Maya's social security card, we were told that we needed a letter from her pediatrician saying all of the usual demographic info, her medical record number, address, etc... basically, proof that she is still alive.

My husband accepted this quest on his own.

He was informed that he could pick up the required letter the following day, and he was happy when he was told it was ready first thing in the morning. He drove there on the way to work and was handed a sealed envelope.

Figuring he could get to the social security office just in time to wait on line with everyone else (awesome!), he thanked them for their promptness and headed out to the car. While stopped at a light with the silent envelope next to him on the seat, he thought that perhaps he should just check it before he gets too far.

He rips open the envelope and unfolds the letter.

It has all the details correct--name, birth date, hospital, current address, that she's living with her parents, etc.

And then, it has this sentence..."Her biological father is Manuel Vasquez."

Crap. He knows about MANUEL?!

He takes it back to the pediatrician's office and explains that he'll need a new letter. They take it, look at it and say, "oh. That's a typo."

No. Spelling someone's name wrong is a typo. That, dear receptionist, is a cause for divorce.