Boy goes off to college. His parents are worried: they’ve tried to be good jewish parents, to raise their son well. They sent him to jewish day school, taught him Hebrew and Yiddish. But what will happen in a secular university? They warn him “Son, whatever you do, you mustn’t date a shiksa, nothing good will come of that. Find yourself a good jewish girl.” The boy goes off to college and he tries his best to heed his parents’ advice. But it’s in vain, for he meets a goyishe girl in his seminar the first week of class. They start dating. They fall in love. When he goes home for winter break, he breaks the news to his parents. They’re distraught. “Nothing good will come of this!” his father bemoans. The boy is sad when he gets back to campus. He tells his girlfriend of his parents’ admonishment. But they are in love and she is undeterred. “I’ll convert!” she tells him. And so they go to the college rabbi to seek his council. “Are you sure about this?” the rabbi asks. “It’s a great undertaking, to be a jew in this world.” But she is sure. She studies hard and immerses her self (both figuratively and literally) and converts. After college, they get married, ketubah and all. After the ceremony, the new couple goes to visit his parents. His parents try to be supportive. They bake a chicken casserole and buy a nice bottle of wine to welcome them home. But when the couple arrives, the girl peers into the kitchen. “Oh i’m so sorry, but we can’t possibly eat this! There’s butter in the dough, and the cheese is hechsered under Tablet K, and this wine isn’t kosher at all!” The father turns to his son. “I told you this would only bring trouble!”