The two pickpockets:

There was once a young man who was the best pickpocket around.
So he decided to try his luck in the big city.(London, Dublin etc.) On
his first day there the picking were lush, he cut a purse here, picked a
pocket there--But when he went to pay for his lunch he discovered his
own pocket had been picked! He whirled around and saw a dark
haired girl looking at him and he gave chase. He finally cornered her
in an alley. Trembling she offered him his purse back. "I don't want the
purse back. I only want to marvel at your skill. I am the best there is
and I never felt a thing!" He bought her lunch, they began seeing each
other, and eventually married. And soon were expecting a child. The
young man was very excited. "What with traits from my side and traits
from your side this child will be the best pickpocket the world has ever
known! We will start a whole dynasty of pickpockets!" But when the
baby was born, and the midwife laid him on his mother's breast his
little right hand was closed and his whole arm drawn up tight to his
chest. "Look at his poor hand! He'll never be a pickpocket now." They
took him to one doctor and another, none could find anything wrong.
Finally they took him to the best pediatrician in all London. He
examined the baby's arm and could find no problem. He took out his
gold pocket watch to time the pulse. "I can find nothing wrong. And
what a shame. What a bright little fellow. Look how his eyes follow my
watch." He dangled the watch in front of the baby. Suddenly the little
arm that had been twisted in stretched out and the baby opened his
hand to grab the watch. And down fell the midwife's gold wedding
band.