Posted by Al Ingham

Three men are sitting in the maternity ward of a hospital waiting for the imminent birth of their respective children. One is an Australian, one a New Zealander, and the other is West Indian. They are all very nervous and pacing the floor.
All of a sudden, the doctor bursts through the double-doors saying ‘Gentlemen, you won’t believe this but your wives have all had their babies within five minutes of each other.’
The men are beside themselves with happiness and joy.
‘And,’ said the doctor, ‘ they have all had little boys.’
The fathers are ecstatic and congratulate each other over and over.
‘However, we do have one slight problem,’ the doctor said. ‘In all the confusion we may have mixed the babies up getting them to the nursery and would be grateful if you could join us there to try and help identify them.’
With that the Kiwi raced past the doctor and bolted to the nursery. Once inside he picked up the dark-skinned infant with dreadlocks, saying, ‘There is no doubt about it, this boy is mine!’
The doctor looked bewildered and said, ‘Well, sir, of all the babies I would have thought that maybe this child could be of West Indian descent.’
‘That’s a maybe,’ said the Kiwi, ‘but one of the other two is a bloody Aussie and I’m not taking the risk.’